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Death Of Habeas Corpus
Read what Keith Olbermann has to say about Bush signing the Military Commissions Act 2006" … a Special Comment tonight on the signing of the Military Commissions Act and the loss of Habeas Corpus. We have lived as if in a trance. We have lived… as people in fear. And now — our rights and our freedoms in peril — we slowly awake to learn that we have been afraid… of the wrong thing. Therefore, tonight, have we truly become, the inheritors of our American legacy. For, on this first full day that the Military Commissions Act is in force, we now face what our ancestors faced, at other times of exaggerated crisis and melodramatic fear-mongering: And lastly, as promised, a Special Comment tonight on the signing of the Military Commissions Act and the loss of Habeas Corpus. We have lived as if in a trance. We have lived… as people in fear. And now — our rights and our freedoms in peril — we slowly awake to learn that we have been afraid… of the wrong thing. Therefore, tonight, have

Death Of Habeas Corpus - Ii
Another take on the passage by Congress of the Military Commissions Act 2006 Thumbs Up for Torture - Military Commissions Act 2006 Passes as Law What was previously termed by Amnesty International as “Bad Domestic Policy” has now become bad domestic law. Today, the Senate Surveillance Bill, S.3930 and also known as the Military Commissions Act of 2006, cleared by the Senate and the House this week, was signed officially into law. This bill had been hotly debated before the Senate with several GOP objections, but passed Wednesday 253-168;. 219 Republicans and 34 Democrats voting to approve it in the House with 160 Democrats, 7 Republicans and 1 independent opposed. Last minute changes included allowing the US government to strip Green Card holders and other legal residents of the US of their rights if the government deems them to be an enemy combatant. The party or parties responsible for the changes are unknown. After culling various sources, news reports and the

The Death Of Fun
You may have noticed my HTML has been disabled. This saddens me but was necessary, it takes me any where from 10 to 20 minutes to open my page. Yes, I know it's more than likely that it's my own HTML on my profile that makes it so slow. I put my profile together not for me, but for YOU the viewer ... so, I'm not changing it. Please don't be discouraged and not leave anything though. Just a "HI" is fine. I really like the HTML comments, if you feel like still leaving them ... put them on my BLOG or MUMM's. I see them everyday, unlike my profile page. (it's opened once or twice a week) Which is why I disabled them - because while attempting to open the page - I'll get booted several times. When I finally do get it opened, it breaks the browser ... which means all those pretty GIF images are nothing but white boxes with a red 'X' in it. If points is your thing - (profiles comments are worth 2) You can still just drop a "HI" on my profile -or- leave your HTML image twice on my B

Death Row
The inmate on death row was scheduled to be put to death by firing squad the follow morning. Throughout the day, the prison guards were being very nice to him. But when they asked him if he wanted something specific for his last meal, he said he didn''''t want anything special. When they asked if there was something special he wanted to do, he said nothing. It went on like this all day. Finally, when he was put before the firing squad, the guard asked if he wanted a cigarette and a blindfold. "No," the inmate said, "just get it over with." "Well, is there anything that I can do for you before you go?" said the guard. "You didn''''t even want a special last meal!" The inmate thought. "Actually," he said, "Music is my life. One thing I would really like would be to sing my favorite song, one whole time through, with no interruptions." The guard nodded and told him to go ahead. The inmate started, "One billion bottles of beer on the wall..."

The Death Of God As The Self-overcoming Of Christianity
This was something I wrote when I was younger, in college in a bible literature class. I got an A on the report, infact it was my final. The paper was about what would happen if Job and Nietzsche met one day, and what points and facts would they give to one another about religion and life. How would the conversation be and how would it end? What points in their books or life would they point one, would one be more opposed to join the other side or would they still but heads? Would there be a fight or a peaceful conversation between the two? Well, though my mind is scattered and it's hard to stay on one subject, this is one paper that I am proud of. Enjoy! And if you haven't noticed, Gay Science is my favorite by Nietzsche. December 9, 2003 - by the[infamous]kat The Death of God as the Self-Overcoming of Christianity “What, in all strictness has really conquered the Christian God? The answer may be found in my Gay Science (section 357): "Christian morality itself, the conc

Deathspell
Deathspell (MScratch) First you must decide whether or not you would REALLY want to destroy your target. It is the responsibility of the magician to be certain of his intent, and yes, I believe you must seek her annihilation if you want a full-blown curse to succeed. If not, then perhaps your magic should be more self-directed and of a healing nature. Gather some minor possession of the subject, preferably hair, fingernail clippings, etc. Since she was an ex-lover, use the power of psychosexuality to your advantage and take a pair of her underwear. This will serve to connect you emotionally with the target of the curse, and aid in your visualization. Using some flamable material (colored tissue-paper will do the trick), fashion a simple doll, using the hair (or other material) as stuffing. You don't need to create a work of art here...just something that you can identify as the target. While creating your effigy, recite a mantra you have made based upon the target's name. (Info on c

Death Of The Old Gods
I can feel the sympathy in me start to wither Silence of your soul imbalance of the mind God wants nothing to do with us anymore The black wind blows in our direction again Reborn Into eternity the stars they spiral blackened I taste the warm flesh opening before me Doorways mentally closing in on themselves Hallways collapse become nothingness Liar in your ways and your words I feel relieved Hollowness it fills but gives me sustenance now I am god tonight and the stars they sing with us Dance into the fire of apathy We are dead tonight and their god envies us Crushing souls beneath my infinity The devil flesh forces shed of exterior Serpentine we awaken Dead beneath the moon Rotting in the twilight Disemboweled and empty of mind Lacking the will to rebirth thyself Damned, eternally Arise unto me Dying by my hand once more Throwing you destroying you Leading you into the sea

Death During Sex
Death During Sex Right in the middle of lovemaking, the husband dies of a heart attack. As the funeral arrangements are being made, the mortician informs the widow that he cannot get rid of her dead husband's rigor mortis hard-on which is sticking straight up in the air and if they don't do something, it will look odd in the coffin at the funeral. The widow tells the guy to cut it off and stick it up her dear departed's behind. The mortician can't believe his ears but the widow is adamant, so he does it. During the funeral, friends and relatives of the dead man were concerned to see a tear in the corner of his eye, but the widow assured them that there was no cause to be alarmed. Just before the casket is closed, the widow leans in and whispers in the dead man's ear, "It HURTS, doesn't it?"

Death
Her eyes begin to close as the tears roll to the floor. She knows death has pranced into the room for the reason of the kiss. She hears the moon calling as the ocean whispers her name. She lays there, Her hand slowly begin to grow cold. She is torn if she should go with them or not into the deep night sky. She decides to stop fighting them for she knows they will not leave without her tonight. Hearing the calling of her over and over again, She my now rest her head with ease, As she dances into the calling of the moon, And the ocean's soft whispers.

The Death Wish Generation And The Police
Dear Readers: A new Study Finds Crime Growing at 'Alarming Pace'. Some Cops Say Hometown Security Sacrificed for Homeland Security This huge problem is going to get worse before it gets better and all in the name of ignorance from the law enforcement executives and all the people in power would they be from the educational, political, religious or scientific community. The sad reality is that the very essence of their problem is due to pure ignorance and it is catching up with them and society at large. For years now I have pointed out this "Death Wish Generation" and its deadly subconscious attitude. Conventional educationists are simply helpless and keep drowning deeper in their lack of knowledge. There is so much more than what logic has to offer to those mental snobs and the obvious facts is that; the educational systems either scientific or religious values do not work and is failing miserably. This world's leaders are so logical, so rational so earthy and so slow t

Death In My Family
The only girl in my life who would never leave my side is gone. She never let me down, but i left her. But when i came home after so many years she still remebered and loved me. Amazing how much something so small can affect your life in such a large way. Going to miss you nick. Good Dog. Times like these shows you who your real friends are....

Death
DEATH THE FINAL STEPPING STONE ON THE ROAD OF LIFE, WHEN YOU CHOOSE IT THERE IS NO TURNING BACK, SO I TAKE THIS KNIFE, AND AS I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE YOUR FACE FOR THE FINAL TIME. I THINK ABOUT YOU HOW YOU USED TO BE MINE. WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES SEE ME PLEASE, HOLD ME TIGHT, MY SPirit WILL BE WITH YOU, ALL THROUGH THE DAY AND NIGHT, I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE, AND OUT OF HARMS WAY. UNTIL YOU COME TO ME, ON YOUR FINAL DAY. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME YET YOU WALKED AWAY, AND I THOUGHT OF YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY, YOU DID NOT THINK OF ME, YOU DID NOT COME, SO MY DARLING MY LIFE IS DONE. NO TURNING BACK, NO MOVING AHEAD, THE NEXT MESSAGE YOU GET WILL SAY I AM DEAD. YOUR LIFE WILL GET BETTER THIS I SWEAR, YOU WON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ME, YOU WON'T HAVE TO CARE SO GOODBYE MY FRIEND GOODBYE MY LOVE I WILL BE BESIDE YOU IN THE FORM OF A DOVE. FROM THIS DAY FORWARD I WILL BE THERE RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE. REMEMBER ME MY LOVE THE REASON WHY I DIED AND UNTIL WE ME

Death
I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR AWHILE.. MOVED.. AND DIDNT HAVE INTERNET FOR A BIT.. AND..WELL.. ONE OF MY HORSES... ONE OF MY BABIES.. DIED LAST WEEK.. SO THIS LAST WEEK HAS BEEN HARD ON ME.. THEY ARE LIKE MY KIDS... SHE WAS MUCH TO YOUNG TO LEAVE.. ONLY 16.. BUT HAD BEEN VERY SICK. I DID EVERYTHING I COULD.. AND IT JUST WASNT ENOUGH.. WHICH IS REALLY HARD FOR ME BEING I AM A VET TECH AND ALL.. THERE IS NOTHING MORE FRUSTRATING THAN HAVING EVERTHING TO SAVE AN ANIMALS LIFE AND STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING.. UUUGGGHHHHH..... WELL ITS GETTIN EASIER.... I JUST MISS HER.. STILL DO STUPID THINGS.. LIKE WHEN I GO OUT TO FEED.. I GET ENOUGH FEED FOR 5... WHEN IN FACT ALL I NEED IS ENOUGH FOR 4... :( ANYWAYS... I MISS YOU MISS CRICKET... I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING RUNNING THROUGH THE FIELDS OF NICE GREEN GRASS...

Death Sentence For Saddam
Greetings all, Today, Saddam Hussein was sentenced to death by hanging for his crimes against humanity. He was found guilty for 148 deaths in the Sh'ite town of Dujail in 1982. Saddam was defiant while the verdict was read shouting "God is great". Some conspiracy theorists beleive that this verdict "surprisingly" came just in time for the upcoming elections. A few senators have even commented and said there is "a special place in hell for Saddam." Iraq has one side that is happy and jubilant about this verdict, while the other side is protesting on his behalf. What do you think about Saddam receiving the death penalty? How will this verdict and death sentence change Iraq? For the better or for the worse? Will this verdict help speed up the war in Iraq and bring our soldiers back home sooner? Share with me your thoughts and opinions in my blog entitled "Death Sentence for Saddam"

Deaths Backdoor
i think of you i long for you i am empty like deaths backdoor celestial bodies heavenly clouds nothing can feel memories faults i am empty like deaths backdoor i'd free your soul if i had the key wanting to hold you just one more time i know this is how it is meant to be i know where i am standing and where i should be but i am empty like deaths backdoor

Death
Sue Harstad Location of Death: Milwaukee, WI Date of Death: 11/6/2033 6:30:06 PM Last Person Called: Marcelino Last Number Dialed: 911 Autoposy Performed: Yes Date of Autoposy: 11/6/2033 6:30:06 PM Cause of Death: Stabbing See your own death. Or Try this Awsome Game

Death Around Me...still Not As Bad As Before....
Sorrounded by threats of death I can see the ice of my breath Blowing crystals side to side My anger for it i hide I had to get out before i let my mind slide Into darkness im lookin to rewind time Start up my kind rhyme I cry Wonder why All those around me get shot and and die The thought of love Gave me a mental shove I had good people who care Why did i ever to the things i dare The color blue, the color red The things ive said To those that are dead I dedicate the rest of my life To do get shit together settle down and get wife I want you to know My flow is to memories of all of you....becuase of you i know where to go

Death Or Life?
Please just leave me alone to rot and die, You have killed my mind with your negative lies. With every breath your stinking carcass takes, Locks my mind behind a wrought iron gate. The heavenly light that I once saw, Has been casted out by your filthy made up laws. The fire of my mind has been banished by your ill gotten hand of fate, You tell me it has gone to far, its beyond to late. Your bone crushing words have shackled me to the floor, The end seems to be upon me, there is only but one door. My shadow seems to have turned and run away, Only an empty shell has been left and it shall pay. My mind has been broken under your torrent words of pain, I have nothing but to give up as I slowly go insane. As you quickly and quietly lock me in my padded cell forever to keep, This broken down tortured mind begins to weep.

Death
If you're reading this Then I finally did it I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye There was no time Understand I was stressed Living day to day was hard And I gave it my best But there was nothing left For me in this world To convince me to stay Now I'm long gone away Don't you do that Don't you start your tears Just remember all the time we spent over the years Never cry Never think bad to me What's done is done and that's the way it had to be I need you to be strong for me Say your prayer everyday in my memory I'm sure it's helping me To earn my feathers To get some wings And a halo and a harp and angelic things And even though I'm gone And outta sight Never worry about me I'm alright You only saw the outside Never knew what I was feeling Now everyday you lay in bed staring at the ceiling But you don't see me no more You can fill your heart with memories And things from before But everybody got a purpose in life To survive when the sunrise You gonna li

Death Of A Dog
eulogy to a loving dog Today a very loving dog was put to sleep after only 5 years of life. he was born approximately the first of March in 2001. he was picked up by animal control and held for lack of rabies license. the owner didn't want to pay the fine so we got the chance to adopt him. we had a red dobie that was put to sleep at age 14 just before we got the chance to get Blue. Blue came to us just a month after Dutch was put down. Blue saw us thru several surgeries. My kids loved their blue horse dog. Blue was the most loving dog i know. this blog is for you Blue. I loved and miss you. have fun in dog heaven.

Death
The Last Look At last look i saw death, a great creature that only can be described as godliness. A fear that can be described as emptyness. The grass is always greener on the other side but your not supposed to see that grass, only imagine its there, for if you see it that means its possible to be there. The reality is the grass is green but its not sunny there its night- pitch black to the point where the only reason you know there's grass there is because i just told you there was.....We were born without manuals just the instinct of our parents. Last time I checked, humans and animals have the instinct to kill and survive is that a good thing to be born into?You are born into freedom but have laws written to kill it. You can do anything as long as you face the consequence. You are given the greatest gift of choices and the biggest disappointment of not knowing what could have been - if only....At first look, I was dealt a hand to be played so i could understand the me

Death Of A Friend
If you've read my blog "SUNDAY BRUNCH" you know about the wonderful group of sweet old ladies I've adopted as my family. The time I pass with them means more to me than anything else in my life. My dear friend Muriel recently. She was 94 years old. Muriel was one of the warmest, most compassionate people I have every known. She was a nurse and served as a missionary in Africa for 55 years until her retirement at age 75. Muriel never married. Rather she chose to dedicate her life to helping the poor African children in any way she could, and when she couldn't help them to live, she cradled them as they died. Hundreds of dying children passed through her arms into the arms of her God. She was a blessing to all that knew her. Muriel fell recently while strolling the grounds at the retirement residence and crushed her hip on the edge of the sidewalk. At that age the bones are often too brittle to heal and in Muriel's case, surgery was not possible. I visited her as of

Death Is A Passion
Your thorns grasp deeper... Permeate my head. Where my body lies. There is no bed. You've crowned me king. My ace of spades. Your the devils due.. When the bills are paid. Your sharpened talons, Painted bloodlet red. Your scathing breath... Bores through my head. If this is life... I'd be better off dead. Of a twisted hook... Buried in my loins. Making me wish, I was never borne. Your knarled teeth... Via my jugular vein. I close my eyes Yet in vast distain. I concede the fact, Soon I'll feel no pain. You sap me dry. In soul and keep. My mind in awry. In mental deplete. I lie in prone. In disheveled defeat. By time you read this. My ink is dry. Life as I knew it. Has passed on by. Sometimes I wish, I was made of stone... Just scatter my ash, Of char and bone. In the end ... Be no wind nor tide. A piece of paper, Of final confide. A silenced storm. As I pass on by. Of grasses of brown... And mountains of clay. Of silenced s

Death
"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well." - Henry Scott Holland (1847 - 1918) Canon of St Paul's, London

Death
YOU! HOT FACE in fire like waterfall heavens implosion Figure it lightly, im sorry included are twenty periods shussssh! like this: .................... this should be adequate. adequate enough to quench that guilt. right? lets ask the star! the rats that fly by in distant murals, the ones who flip and float heartily in the falsehood of midnight ah but you know there are some who had to love for a lifetime. hearts that beat for you furiously, thoes friendless and tired, choiceless and deranged. there are graves filled with unrequitted storytime. Always their hearts come unto me as ghosts black on white. As sheets burning in the twilight this is FARCE! Say he, into the empty apology. into the vagabond lettering displayed. So was it? ah, i love the silence of rhetorical query.

Death Of A Father
I bet you wouldnt care take a second to reflect and then forget collect the check and live your life giving someone else a good life change yourself how you want it return the favor and then you flaunt it took him in like he was my own left for dead now im all alone you could care less who you hurt move forward rub my face in dirt self absorbed without a care never look back nothing left there take everything from me laugh in my face and spit on me crooked face and cold stare look at me and say it isnt there well where the hell did it go it wasnt me who let it roll you think you have all the control ill bide my time and then youll know whats its like to feel this pain left alone and going insane you explained while he cried why i had to leave and why I died why he doesnt have a father trying to get along was such a bother short change me leave me broke crying poor what a joke two minutes is all it takes to send an email for christ sakes to keep me from

The Death Of Personal Liberties......
All those that know me, hate me, love me, or are just indifferent know that I have been trying to become more congruent in my life. And I think that is why the election in South Dakota is more disturbing than reassuring. Eventhough the draconian anti-abortion law was struck down (yeah!!!!!!), medical marijuana and gay marraige was banned. After thinking it over, it sends the same message that I find so disturbing.........pick on them, not me. Because somewhere around 90% of the population has the opportunity or ability to procreate, but 90% of the population will not know someone with such dibilitating pain or the treatment for their disease that the only way they can stay functional and pain free is to indulge in some cannibis sativa, or know two people that are in love with each other that they will never separate but can never be together (think Ladyhawk with better hair). At the end of the day, to steal blatantly from Carlos Mencia, this election was for personality liber

Death To Script!
YOU! HOT FACE in fire like waterfall heavens implosion Figure it lightly, im sorry included are twenty periods shussssh! like this: .................... this should be adequate. adequate enough to quench that guilt. right? lets ask the star! the rats that fly by in distant murals, the ones who flip and float heartily in the falsehood of midnight ah but you know there are some who had to love for a lifetime. hearts that beat for you furiously, thoes friendless and tired, choiceless and deranged. there are graves filled with unrequitted storytime. Always their hearts come unto me as ghosts black on white. As sheets burning in the twilight this is FARCE! Say he, into the empty apology. into the vagabond lettering displayed. So was it? ah, i love the silence of rhetorical query.

Death Has Better Ways
As I watched the shotglass travel through the air, it seemed almost in slow motion. Maybe it was the effect of the whiskey. Fuck it, I thought to myself, as I watched it shatter to bits against the back wall. I bear no remorse for its loss. It was taking way too long using it as the middle-man. Drinking straight from the bottle is much faster. Each time I set the bottle back down, I give the revolver on the table a respectful glance, with the single bullet loaded into it. The life of a private investigator is never easy. You have to be ready to deal with the fact that no one loves you. Even the people who hire you think you are scum. That's why they came through your door. They hired scum to catch scum committing adultery, or pretending to be your child to get a chunk of your family treasury. No one likes you. You're alone. You're very alone. Eyeballing the pack of cigarettes on the counter, I ponder the ratio to that of the ammo in the gun. One bullet, one cigarett

Death's Dirge
Death's Dirge I'm lost upon this planet earth seek entrance to another realm Can't tell you what my life is worth thought of death it overwhelms * * * I'm weary of my mundane life it weighs heavy ‘pon my soul loneliness and boredoms rife escape from these my goal * * * Grim Reaper visit me I pray bequeath to me the solace of the peace of death today I'll hold ‘gainst you no malice * * * But if you chose to leave me here it's you that I shall seek to wipe from face that wicked leer and pon you vengeance wreak Kevin F. Dustin

Death
Death Death is a very powerful thing, it brings grief and pain, and it can drive people insane, I belive that people are not afraid of death, they are afraid of the pain that results in death. Johnathen Allen Forcum Copyright ©2006 Johnathen Allen Forcum

Death Comes In Three's
Murió Valentín Elizalde Fue ejecutado en Reynosa, México Notimex Valentín Elizalde tenía 27 años de edad (79-06). Su última producción discográfica fue "Vencedor", para el sello Universal. Univision Online y Agencias 25 de Noviembre de 2006 Tenía 27 años de edad Colegas lamentan su muerte REYNOSA - Al salir de una presentación en el palenque de esta ciudad de Tamaulipas, México, el cantante grupero Valentín Elizalde 'El Gallo de Oro' fue ejecutado con más de setenta casquillos de metralleta. El intérprete de 27 años de edad estaba en su camioneta junto con tres personas, dos de ellas también resultaron muertas, y la otra, un primo de Valentín, resultó lesionado y se encuentra hasta el momento en un hospital local. Envía tus condolencias a la familia Elizalde Recuerda a Valentín bajando música aquí Tenía 27 años de edad Audio Valentín Elizalde “Vencedor” Escucha completita la última producción de Valentín Elizalde: V

Death And Birth
As the most of you know November 27th is the first anniversary of the Death of my son David. He is loved and will never be forgotten. This was probably going to be a very bad anniversary thats the way it was leading anyway. Tell me that Our God is not a right on time God. November 21st this year just 6 days before the anniversary of Davids death a new life was brought to us. My Grandaughter Destiny Faith. Out of the Ashes new life begins. Out of desolatin a new hope. Out of despair comes happiness. Through a bad time we know the Good. Through death we know new birth. Although not very religious I do believe there is an all might power he knows our needs as well as our desires.

Death Of Juggalo Jimmy!!!!!
death of a juggalo death of juggalo jimmy I set waiting , hoping you'll call hours and hours pass no call at all I think its possible you know how it feels inside, when being alone a lil bit of u dies. Love surpasses all sense of time, leaving me hurt and bout to cry. I hold my tears inside, so you won't see, the weakness and pain inside of me. Do you think of him when your with me, cause I think of you in evreyone I see. Baby, all I want is your heart, that's all I've wanted from the start. Please don't leave me hurt and alone, cause damn it hurts like hell when your gone. In my heart you have a place, I want your love no mater how long it takes. Crazy it seems how I feel, but from my heart I swear, this shit is real. If you say that we're over I can take it, Even if I front and fake it. By Juggalo Jimmy 11/26/06

Death
Hey everyone. Well right now I"m back in Indiana because on the 18th my dad died of a heart attack. He was 43. I cried for like 6 hrs non stop when I found out in Killeen Tx. I took a grey houund back to IN. Now it really suck's cause I was doing really good in TX and this happened out of no where. I think I might have to stay here for awhile to take care of my mom and sis. UGH.. crys* I just wish thing's could go good for me. I know everything happens for a reason though. I miss my dad a lot.. I have not seen him in 7 months. I only talked to him 3-4 times in that period. UGH okay.

Death Strikes The X-men :(
X-Men's Dave Cockrum Dies at 63 By KATRINA A. GOGGINS COLUMBIA, S.C. (AP) - Comic book illustrator Dave Cockrum, who in the 1970s overhauled the X-Men and helped popularize the relatively obscure Marvel Comics title into a publishing sensation and eventually a major film franchise, died Sunday. He was 63. In his Superman pajamas and with his Batman blanket, Cockrum died in his favorite chair at his home in Belton, S.C., early Sunday morning. He had suffered a long battle with diabetes and related complications, his wife, Paty, said Tuesday. At Cockrum's request, there will be no public services and his body will be cremated, according to Cox Funeral Home. His ashes will be spread on his property. At Marvel Comics, Cockrum and writer Len Wein were handed the X-Men. The comic had been created in 1963 as a group of young outcasts enrolled in an academy for mutants, but the premise failed to capture fans. Cockrum and Wein took the existing comic, added their own

Death
Death is a vortex, he slowly draws you in You can try to escape, but he won't let you win Run away, call out, "catch me if you can" But he sees always to where you have ran Go seek a doctor, they may help you to run But when its their time, death will have more fun All try to escape, none ever succeed You only delay time and suffer a slower bleed Death will swirl around you, thats when its time He will draw you in, its the end of your line

The Death Of Common Sense
I just copied this from a MUM. I think it is awesome. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable Parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge). His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Mr. Sense d

Death
Remember all I wrote this during a very bad time in my life. Chapter 1 In the darkness I fall Not knowing where or when I shall land Seeing nothing but blackness, nothing but emptiness I feel free as I fall Like someone or something is making me whole When I finally land, the darkness is still there No light or sound can be seen or heard all around I walk in one direction and I don't stop for sometime I finally come to a room and I peak inside There is someone on the floor, she is not moving There is blood all around her and a blade at her side I look down in her and scream For the one who is lying on the ground is me I run in the direction I came, trying to escape the horrible sight I finally stop when I hear voices in the distance They are laughing and are happy I run in the direction of the voices and stop short I see my friends carrying on and on like nothing had happened When I try to speak, no words come They can't

Death
Some times as you get older you realize that all the things you did are not what we wanted to be rememberd for ,so we have to make sure we get it right the first time out.If not she comes around and we are not ready for her ,that is when we try to bargan with her and she can't bargan with our souls. Her job is to take and deliver not bargan or make a deal.If she comes for you just go don't fear the reaper she is not sent to punish she is their for the soul only and to deliver you were you need to go ,so do what you will for no one escapes the reaper.

Death By Lies
Doomed to live this way day after day. Why can't this pain go away? Your still with him, I'm still alone Walking around this earth like a fucking drone Your words rip apart my soul.......my life The same way my skin splits between the knife Don't feel bad for me, Don't ever care Because when I end myself I dont want you to scream that this shit isnt fair You made my life this way with your greed, your corruption Fueling this fire to aid my erruption I will act normal and not show you its coming This time I will lure you into my TRAP You will think it's all normal until I SNAP Helpless you will be, then you can see what you have CREATED A demon from hell with desire to be HATED As he destoys you, two words he will chant... Never Again

Death Note
Well, my very first Anime Convention and my first time doing Cosplay and I decided to not make it easy. I'm going to be doing Misa from Death Note which is a Manga. I'm doing the Misa from the How to Read and I'll be posting pictures to give everyone an idea soon. Just to give you a taste...I'm making everything on this costume, including a very large scythe. It's going to be lots of fun...

Death Of Friend
I just found out a friend of mine died Saturday morning. He was 62 years old. We weren't like best friends or anything. He lived across the street from my friend Carmen. I would go over there and visit with him and his wife and play with their lil mini-dachshund a few times a week. He was always so nice to me. It's ripping me apart inside. Carmen thought I already knew he had died so she called me just now and told me his obituary was in the todays paper and that it was done very nicely. I was like, "What? He died?" No I am not upset with her for forgetting to tell me sooner. She's got a lot on her plate right now. I just wanna curl up and cry for hours. I have lost people before so I know the pain will go away eventually, but it's here now and it's choking me. He was a wonderful man and I am greatful to have known him. He seemed to smile all the time. He put off such positive vibes. It was just a pleasure to be near him. I will try to remember the good things about him and remember t

Death
Blah...FINALLY! It's over, it's all over. At this point I don't care how I did, as long as it is all over, thank the Lord and whatever other gods maybe listening to me! I still have things to do: ~Go to RM today ~Come back to Gville Friday for a friends party ~BACK to RM Saturday ~Get naked for Ravenspedigree for fun photoshoots and goofing off this weekend! ~Spoil my pets ~Try to not get on my Parent's nerves...O_o ~Perhaps get a new car, even though it wont be new, it's still going to be old as myself and my parents can't afford a down payment on a car, so it'll be new to me, but not to the world...and eventually it can fall apart as well...goody So for the past two nights my sleeping habits have been atrocious, no idea why, I wish I knew, but theres nothing I can do about it now other than pray it didn't affect my exams any. So cross your fingers that I've passed the rest of my classes, and I am going to go to bed, because I really really need it for later today w

Death To Memories
A glimmer of hope the coldness of your touch a long distant memory of missing you memories become nightmares that dont go away they live inside my head to haunt another day one day soon I hope they will fade leaving me alone to live again the pain will fade all will go away

Death, My Friend
Death, my friend, you are always there, from you, no one flee, you are everywhere, still, I wonder, why you are never here... Death, my friend, you release others from pain, all those people, they get free, so many slain, yet, I ask, why I am still here in vain... Death, my friend, you everywhere see, from you, just redemption, can I plea, here I ask, come here, set me free... by SorrowMan

Death Penalty
i have a question How do u feel about the death penalty? now....if u knew some of the reasons that people have been executed and how many innocent people have died on death row would u feel the same way? a man died becuz he raped someone and then attempted to murder them...he DIED becuz of this! then you have some people that died becuz they raped someone....should these people have died for the crimes that they did? do you know how many women are on death row? there are 52 women on death row. the military have their own death row..and right now they have 7 men waiting to be executed...6 of them are black men. i live about an hour away from where they execute WOMEN in pa..and not to much farther away from where they execute the men. in pa we only have the lethal injection, but did u know that they still give people the gas chamber and STILL HANG PEOPLE? there are a total of 3500 people right now in different states that are waiting to die....yes some of these crimes are

Death
Well this year blows hardcore. My Aunt Helen died last night. She starved herself to death. My Uncle Jim died on the 1st of December of cancer. And my Nanny (Great Grand Mother) died in September. This year BLOWS!!!!!!!

Death Of A President And All Hail The Hypocrites
Yah know, I may come off as being very unpatriotic and that is not the case but when I woke up thus morning and heard that President Gerald Ford had died, other than feeling for his family, I was like "so what". For those flag wavers who are not up on their history. Gerald Ford was the first president never to be elected to the office. Each other President who had gained the office by death of a president had been been later elected at least once. Now, check this out. Gerald Ford was not even the Vice-President by selection. He gained the office following the resignation of Spiro Agew, the Vice President under Nixon. So, Agnew resigns, Ford moves up, Nixon is forced to step down under the Watergate scandal and Ford moves up again. Kinda like a lucky pawn in a chess game. Ford spent 1973-74 as vice president and 74-77 as president (the books stretch is since inaguration of the 1976 President Elect is sworn in during the month of January). Ford did not figure out on his o

Death Wriiten Horror
In death do thy part with such sweet sorrow, Freedom of agony, and these horrid visions of torment. No blood or poison is the way thy shall flee, But an unscripted word, that has only meaning to thee. Brittle and cold, not a word is moaned. A sweet hallucination, and now I am alone. Falling down, unable to move, A final cough of torture and my soul has been soothed. Finally, nothing is dieing, Dreadful malaise is not prying. Malicious delusions have stopped flowing from thy soul, A vindicated feeling, no story must ever be retold. I am free! I must be joyful, Yet I am dead, so how can that not be sorrowful? I lay here unable to move, Will I not be discovered, is my body now doomed? Death, was this a horrid mistake? Now I am worrying of what my thoughts did not intake. Vindication in this way is not a true freedom from life, I am now caged, unable to feel, which causes such morbid strife. I did not believe that the end was this deranged, I hoped it would

Death Of My Master
MY MIND IS NOT CLEAR, THE ROAD IS SO LONG WITHOUT YOU BESIDE ME,I SENSE I DONT BELONG I WANT TO PLEASE YOU AND SHOW YOU I CARE I REACH OUT FOR YOU, BUT YOU'RE NOT THERE COULD NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU, DIDNT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ONLY REACHING OUT TO YOU, KNOWING OUR LOVE WAS REAL. DAYS ARE SO DREARY AND I CRY THROUGH THE NIGHT WANTING THIS PAIN AS YOU MADE THINGS FEEL SO RIGHT ILL SEARCH TILL I FIND A LOVE THAT IS TRUE THE KIND OF LOVE, I HAD ONCE WITH YOU. I KNOW YOU MISS ME AND HAD TO SET ME FREE I MISS YOU TO, SOME DAY WITH YOU I'LL BE..... DEATH MAY HAVE SEPERATED US BUT OUR HEARTS REMAIN AS ONE............I MISS YOU........I LOVE YOU....

Death Penalties
In Texas, everyone remembers about McDuff getting paroled from prison "accidently" and, after his release, he killed 3 more innocents. This is on my mind terribly because I very well could have been one of them who was abducted at a car wash on night here in Austin years ago because I was there back in the day where folks didn't have cell phones. I feel fortunate to be unscathed, excepting in the haunting cries that I wasn't sure what they were at the time. That being said, it is no surprise that Texas is for the Capital Punishment for the Death Penalty. At any rate, I have heard some people upset that Saddam Hussein was hung in spite of his crimes. It isn't so much his dying, for some of those who didn't like his hanging, but the fact that he died such a ruthless death. Circulating now is a video, supposedly (not verified) of his hanging. Don't watch it if you aren't prepared to watch it...... I don't know about you, but it seemed to be a relatively quick dea

Death
MY BEST FRIENDS DAD DIED YESTERDAY FROM CANCER AND I JUST WANT TO SAY GOOD BYE AND WE LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE THE BEST MAN YOU TOOK CARE OF YOUR FAMILY DIDNT MATTER WHAT YOU HAD OR WHAT YOU DIDNT HAVE YOU ALWAYS JUST WANTED YOUR FAMILY TO BE HAPPY AND THEY WERE ..YOU DID YOUR JOB WELL AND WE LOVE YOU ...THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES .... MR CLEAR REST IN PEACE LOVE MELISSA

Death
A field of blood roses blowing in the wind. Angels crying down from a far. A figure standing alone in the midst. He’s caught within himself holding back the hatred he’s felt for years. His woman long since gone now only dust blowing in the wind. He has nothing but pain left. Morning and Night to deaths delight his swords bring home cold blood and broken bodies. the widowed lover. He’s the soured warrior. The corporeal form of the reaper. He’s death itself

Death Of My Cat
Bye mom, i hope you feel better and get to come home soon. I was 8 and leaving the hospital with my dad and 4 year old brother. Mom was getting ready to have her kneecaps replaced,and was going to be in the hosptial for 3 to 4 days. On the way home dad got pulled over for rolling a stop sign and got a ticket. It really pissed him off and he told me that it was my fault for being loud with my brother and making him not pay attention to what he was doing. When the cop left he backhanded me twice in the face for him getting the ticket. We stopped at aLawsons on the way home. Dad came out with 2 cases of beer and a carton of vantage ciggerettes. He yelled for another 10 min or so as he drank his beer and drove us home. He told me to go straight to my room. I ran up the steps and slammed my door crying. Dad always treated my brother better than me and i could never figure out why. A little while later dad came upstairs. He was laughing and smelt really bad. i knew then h

Death Of A Private Part
An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong. "Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My Private Part died today, and I am very sad." Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences". The following day, Mr Goldstein was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy. "Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas." "But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, " I told you yesterday that my Private Part died." "Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?" "Well", he replied, "Today's the viewing."

"death By Chocolate" Cookies
1 1/3 cups self rising flour 1 cup white sugar 2 tbs. light brown sugar (not necessary to pack) 1/4 cup dark cocoa powder 1/2 cup magarine or butter, melted 3 tbs. vanilla extract 1 large egg 1/2 cup flaked coconut (optional) Preheat oven to 325º. Blend dry stuff together well, then add in margarine, vanilla, and egg. Stir well, then mix in coconut if using it. Drop by teaspoons onto an ungreased cookie sheet, and bake for ten minutes (you want the tops to come out a bit gooey). Cool and enjoy!

Death
My aunt died today. It was not unexpected. She had cancer for a long time. We thought she had beat it, but it came back. I know what people will say. It's better this way, she's not suffering anymore, she's in a better place. It's all crap. Yes, it's true she had cancer and it's true she was in pain. It's also true that she FOUGHT it. She wanted to LIVE. She wanted to grow old with her husband. She wanted to watch her gradson grow up. She wanted to see her children achieve everything they wanted in life. It's easier for US now. We don't have to see her pain. We don't have to watch her suffering anymore. We don't have to watch that beautiful caring woman waste away. I don't know if she's in a better place or not. I do know that THIS place is a little worse without her.

Death Will Never Be
Look in the mirror and what do you see a haunted spirit pain trapped in eternity, walking down paths of time hoping death will free him from torment and misery despair riddled mind a cancer in the soul the darkness eating away disease destroying him. Alone he always walked no faith in mankind, waiting for death to claim him to take away his shame and the constant pain that had followed him through all of his days through the dreams at night frightening him until light grew into a new day still the fears won't go away. Walking paths treacherous hoping death will free him, wishing to go to countries far where war is rife waiting for the stray bullet or the feeling of a knife entering the back and piercing the heart let the blood run red letting the diseased body, fall to the ground, dead. That was a day in his life he carried for many years from being raped, to fights at home from beatings and blood pouring from the ripped soul crying always wi

Death Tonight
Voodoo Devil skulls In this mind I'm losing wars Everything is nothing Everything disturbing dreams Gliding roads that never were Eternal never ending blur Dark Dark Road Skies I can feel my death tonight ** There is only so much bad teenage poetry one person can read.

The Death & Return Of Superman
Doomsday! On the last page of several comics prior to Superman: the Man of Steel #18, a gloved fist was shown battering a steel wall, accompanied by the caption: "Doomsday is coming!". In that issue, Superman fights the Underworlders while a hulking figure in a green suit rampages through a pastoral field. This marks the first of seven issues in the Death of Superman story proper - it would continue through all four of the Superman books at that time, and one issue of Justice League America, before culminating in Superman #75. The Justice League (Guy Gardner, Blue Beetle, Booster Gold, Maxima, Fire, Ice, and Bloodwynd) respond to a call from a smashed big-rig outside of Bucyrus, Ohio, and follow the trail of destruction which leads them to a confrontation with an unknown creature that destroys Blue Beetle's aircraft. The League attempts to stop the monster, but it systematically takes the team apart, finishing by punching Booster Gold into the stratosphere. Booster Gold is caught

Death Cult Running Rampant!!!
It seems hard to believe in this day and age, but it's true. There is a growing problem in our civilization with religious zealots, and it threatens our very existance. As you read this, there is a group of religious fanatics spreading 'The Word' around your very neighbourhood. The facts about these cultists have been misdirected and warped, but facts are facts. The Truth will set you free. 1) These cultists believe that they worship the one true God. All other 'Gods' and religions are inheritantly evil and thus should not be allowed to continue. They allow no room for discussion on this matter, it is their first and greatest duty to spread this message to the globe. 2) These cultists believe that they have been chosen and will rise from the dead to continue worshiping their God and Master. They believe this life is for suffering, and that only after death can true happiness be achieved. 3) These cultists indulge in necromantic rituals, expounding on how the drinking hu

Death Valley Daze
Death Valley Daze 2005 Darwin Award Nominee Confirmed True by Darwin (27 July 2005, California) Robert, 35, was eager to hang out with the nudists at the Palm Springs campground, in a part of Death Valley where temperatures reached 136 degrees. The track was rough but passable until he was lured into the Saline Mud Flats by the deceptively dry appearance of its crackled surface, radiating heat in the baking sun. Within a few feet, the wheels of his VW microbus sunk deep into the muck that lay hidden beneath the crust. Robert was miles from nowhere, surrounded by the bleached skulls of other animals that had become trapped in the mire. But he had plenty of water, so he waited for help to find him on the remote dirt track. After six days, he abandoned the microbus and began walking to a less deserted location where someone was more likely to pass. Luck was with him! As he was shaking the last drop of water from his bottle, help arrived in the form of 14-year-old British lads

Death Becomes You Graces The Cover Of New Times Broward/palm Beach 11/29-12/06 Issue!!
To quote Jack Nicholson in BATMAN...."THIS TOWN NEEDS AN ENEMA"!!!! Or an exorcism? Who knows? DEATH BECOMES YOU makes the cover of NEW TIMES BROWARD/PALM BEACH!!!! Nov 29-06 Issue!! On Newstands NOW!!!! STOP THE PRESS!!!! Because timing is everything, and its about time that we blow South Florida a kiss, of DEATH BECOMES YOU once and for all..the band that sold their souls for rock n'roll, are proud to announce that we made the cut and the cover of South Florida's only A/E weekly with taste...NEW TIMES BROWARD/PALM BEACH!! Cause dead men tell no tales!!!! Read on won't you, as the band that ALWAYS gives journalists something to write (funeral) home about delivers the last rites, last word, and drives the stake through the heart of South Flori-Duh with an article sure to leave you checking for a pulse!! We have been keeping this a secret for weeks, and now that the black cat is out of the bag, read all about it, our reputation percedes us, and we are now (living?) legends!! Now

The Death Of Grace
**Domestic violence is a serious matter. It can affect your neighbor, a friend, or even a family member. One can never be prepared for the violence, whether it be emotional, mental, and/or physical. It can even sneak up on unsuspecting you before you realize it. ~~!!PoeticAngel!!~~PLEASE RIP THE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE PIC FROM MY DEFAULT FOLDER@ CherryTAP has posted a bulletin 011707 where it has reach direct proportions of an effect on January 16th, 2007. Please read very carefully....** THIS MORNING AT 1:45 AM MY FRIEND GRACE PASSED AWAY DO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SHE WAS BEATEN SO BAD SHE COULDNT EVEN REMEMBER WHO OWN CHILDREN ALL IM ASKING IS THIS UNTIL HER FUNERAL ARRANGMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE PLEASE GO TO MY PAGE A RIP THIS PIC AND USE IT AS YOUR DEFAULT I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE AND IM SURE SHE WOULD HAVE AS WELL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE DOES NOT JUST HAPPEN TO WOMAN IT HAPPENS TO MEN AND CHILDREN AS WELL SO BEFORE YOU DECIDE THINK ABOUT THAT AND ALSO THINK ABOUT IT BEING SOMEONE YOU

Death
Laying in bed, two days after Thanksgiving, I get a phone call from my daughter, who is living in Alabama going to college. All I remember her saying is, "mom, Waynes dead". Wayne is my ex who I had left May 20th due to personal reasons. He was also my best friend and had been for many years. The night before he had gone out to meet a friend and hang out. Well when he left to head home, about 10 minutes down the road, suddenly there were lights coming at him and he had no where to go and no time to do it anyway. He was hit head on and killed instantly. He was the 1st fatality of the season, thanks to a sorry ass drunk driver who survived because he was so damn drunk. Now there is a 7 yr old little boy, who no longer has a daddy. A daddy who thought his son was the best gift from God. A daddy who had custody of his son because the judge knew he was the best parent for the child. I hope there are special angels for children left so suddenly. Now there are two parents

Death
You scored as Angel of Death. You were an Angel of death! Before you were sent to Earth to be tested and be a human, you were what brought death upon humans. With a look, you could kill anyone. Your unusal intrest in death and love of blood and gore asures that in heaven, you delt with it very much. You were an angel who brought death to all, and what is and forever will be feared by humans. Your old deathly stare still scares people and you still crave for killing.Angel of Death96%Angel of Guidance25%Guardian Angel14%Angel of Prayer11%Angel of Hope7%Angel of Good Fortune0%What kind of an Angel were you before your life on Earth? (kool anime pics)created with QuizFarm.com

Death
CAN YOU FEEL DEATH COMING? HOW DOES IT FEEL? IS IT A SENSATION NEVER FELT BEFORE? IS IT WEAKNESS BEYOND DESCRIBING? IS IT PAINFUL OR SERENE? DO YOU FEEL THAT WHEN YOU TELL SOMONE GOODBYE AND I LOVE YOU THAT THAT WILL BE THE LAST TIME? DO YOU FEEL THAT EMPTINESS? DO YOU GET THE FEELING THAT THE EMPTINESS YOU ONCE FELT FROM THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE IS NOT SO STRONG? THE IMPACT OF MAYBE SEEING THEM AGAIN IN ANOTHER LIFE TIME IS JUST A STEP AWAY? TO FEEL THAT DARKNESS COME UP ON YOU ON LY TO FEEL YOUR ENERGY AND SPIRIT FREE AS IT ONCE WAS WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD AND NEVER HAD THE KNOWLEDGE TO REALIZE IT...IS THAT SUCH A BAD THING TO FEEL THAT WAY? TO WANT THAT? IN NO ATTEMPT TO WANT TO RUSH A LIFE TIME BUT REALIZING IN THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS THAT IT IS RUSH WITHOUT CHOICE... TO MERELY LOOK FORWARD TO FEELING THAT? THE EXCITEMENT OF THE REVOLVING DOOR OF THE CIRCLE OF LIFE.. THE BIRTH...THE DEATH... THE REBIRTH.. THE EXPERIENCES YOU KNOW YOU WILL HAVE IN THE NEXT LIFE AND THE KNOWING YOU

Death Is Nothing But A Moment's Rest
Death is nothing but a moment's rest Until the Second Coming of the Lord When He shall gather to Him of the best To take them to the place of their reward. I've felt the power of Jesus in my soul Shining like a golden sun within, Melting my hard heart to make me whole, Burning out the remnants of my sin. I've felt Him work within me, so I know The glory that will come when I awake. I'll sleep just like a child who'll homeward go, And in my dreams of love great pleasure take. So do not mourn my death, and do not grieve. The Lord will come for me: This I believe.

Death In The Arms Of A Statue :
At a highly acclaimed college in West Virginia, there is an initiation rite of passage at a certain girls sorority. This rite of passage is to spend the night alone at one of the towns cemetaries, sitting in the lap of a statue. This statue sits on top of a tomb of a lady called Agnes. The legend has it that Agnes died from a broken heart when she was jilted by her fiance. The initiation ritual had been performed for years. On one evening the sorority sent a young lady into the cemetary for the initiation. When they came back the next morning, they found the girl still sitting in the lap of the statue. She was dead. She had hand marks all over her body, as is she was in the clutches of supernatural hands. You see, the lady was said to be a direct decendant of Agnes's Fiance. Perhaps Agnes finally had some revenge. During the turn of the century craftsmen were allowed to express themselves in cemetery art...thus you see angelic statues and the sort. One of Baltimore, Maryland's stat

Death
today Jan25 at 10:00am i died from being bored and horny. it was a sudden death that i could not keep from happening. please pray for me. my funeral will be held oct 15 2008 under the old oak tree. be there or you can kiss my ass.

Death Of A Good Man
Death of a passionate public servant Saddened public figures from here to Albany praise his devotion to helping those in need Thursday, January 25, 2007 By TOM WROBLESKI ADVANCE POLITICAL EDITOR Assemblyman John Lavelle, 57, the Staten Island Democratic Party chairman and resolute advocate for education, whose gruff exterior belied his deep compassion for those in need, died last night, after suffering a massive stroke Friday. Lavelle (D-North Shore), a four-term state lawmaker from West Brighton who was first elected in 2000, died at 10:20 p.m. in Richmond University Medical Center, West Brighton, according to Marlene Markoe-Boyd, a spokeswoman for Lavelle's family. His family was with him. The assemblyman would have turned 58 tomorrow. Lavelle was a member of the state organ donor registry; his organs were immediately taken for donation. "He ended his life the way he lived it," said a statement from his three sons, John, Christopher and Daniel. "He was alwa

Death To Elton Pachpe!
I have loved and lost! I would have left him for dead! I left at just the right time, he lost just about everything! But he deserved it! He had held me down, hit me, shoved me, and held me captive! Called me obsene names and down right treated me like shit! I stopped hanging out with my friends and began to feel intrapped! It was great to begin with, then his ex-girlfriend started coming around. Fucking bitch! Elton and I had been together off and on for ten months. And we've been broken up for almost three months now, and she is still trying to get back with him. They have two kids together, but oh well! Well she can have the abusive fuck! I was always so scared! He left me and came back. Then I left him several times and went back. Well shit on me once, shame on you! Shit on me twice (or more), shame on me! I was stupid for going back so many times, but I honestly felt I had ran out of choices. Now I'm free, it feels so good to be able to hang out with my friends again and just

Death{trying To Rhyme-it Sucks}
look at death as a gift but not as a curse it may seem that at the time the pain hurts you sometimes feel like you could not hold on but its ok to let go and just fall in to your own... never lasting sleep life is worth living live every seconed of it but dont ever feel afraid of letting go every body that you know thats in the after life will be waiting for you and even now they are watching over you like a little angel sent from heaven

Death By Chocolate
Yield: 12 servings. Ingredients 8 oz (225 g) dark semisweet chocolate (40-50% cocoa) 2/3 cup (140 g) butter 1 cup (210 g) sugar 4 eggs 4 heaped tablespoons (1 dl) all-purpose flour 4 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder 1½ teaspoon baking powder or 1 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 4 tablespoons sour cream Ingredients for frosting 2/3 cup (1.6 dl) heavy cream or whipping cream 9 oz (260 g) semisweet chocolate (40-50% cocoa) Method 1. Preheat oven to 350 deg F (Gas mark 4 or 180 deg C). 2. Line a circular 10 inch (25 cm) cake tin (3 inches tall) with greaseproof or other non-stick paper and grease the tin. (Please note that the cake will rise to 3 inches and collapse somewhat when cooled. If your cake tin is less than 10 inches wide and 3 inches tall we recommend that you use two cake tins.) 3. Break the chocolate into small pieces and melt it with butter over hot water. 4. Beat the eggs with sugar, mix with flour, cocoa powder, baking

The Death Of A Friend
Written with a pen sealed with a kiss there is one thing I do know this she was mine and I was hers gods fate chose her over me with love and compassion I loved to give her my loss was great and the pain hurt to but the lies of what people saw in her(breed) Cost her, her life and my heart to break.

Death
The tunnel is so dark not a single spec of lite My body proceds forward my chest feels so tight The reaper follows me his chill on my spine My life has ended was only a matter of time He Digs his boney fingers deep into my back The lite is now gone the tunnel is pitch black My soul descends into the deep pit of hell Dead souls grab at me as I fight and try to yell All of my sins are ripped out through my eyes My faith in god fades as my love for him dies Deep in my soul I cry and pray to be saved Jesus lifts me up and says through me is the way

The Death...and Possible Rebirth...of The Fairy Tale.
When I was younger I liked stories. Mostly those hokey romance novels...you know the ones, where the heroine is always some amazingly beautiful woman with long flowing hair and sparkling eyes who falls for the hunky stable boy with the disheveled manner, long shiny hair, and big shiny teeth that are so white that when they smile you can see those little sparkly effects they use in toothpaste commercials. The hero and heroine are put through all kinds of turmoil (i.e. the amazingly beautiful heroine, usually named Angelique or something similarly exotic, is kidnapped by the evil warlord who craves her love and the hero has to swoop in to save the day by blinding the evil warlord with his shiny, sparkly teeth) and they live happily ever after, thus proving that in the end love does conquer all. The end. Forever and ever amen. And so on and so on...blah blah blah until the end of eternity. Man, did those books lie to me or what? I mean the people who write those things should seriously co

Death Of A Solider
Wondering around with no place to go, Trying to understand what I’m supposed to know. Not seeing the truth behind lies they tell, As they try to hide the pain and the horrors of hell. They say you went peacefully with friends all around, But the truth is you died alone on the ground. I’m still waiting for you to come home, Waiting for the sound of the phone. But reality is playing a mean game, As the truth sinks in and I scream your name. I thought I saw you today, But when he turned around I had to look away. It kills me to know your no longer here with me, No longer here to help me through this misery. I can feel our baby kick, But she will never see your little tricks. She will never hear your voice or see your face, As she grows up in a much safer place. you sacrificed your life for this world that hates you, They protest and start riots but will never go through what you went through. They don’t understand the loved ones you left behind, Be

Death (night's Army)
(Death)-Night's Army In the dark of the night You hear whispers from afar You hide your fear Hoping you will be passed by You continue walking forward With the feeling of being watched As the whispers grow louder A heavy voice is heard The captain of death Come my minions Come by the billions Arise from your slumber Souls are waiting To be added to the numbers Of night's army

The Death Of A Best Friend
It's been all most a year since one of my best friends died right be side me. i can't believe how fast time goes by, it seems just like yesterday we where driving around and listening to music. His death was sudden and the causes of his death are still unknown. So as i remember him and think that he is in a better place, i also know now how short life really is and how fast it can be taken a way. i live my life one day at a time and try to do as much as i can in one day. i know that he is looking down on me and i hope he is smiling. and i want him to know not a day goes by that i don't think about him. the song that plays on my profile was his favorit song so as i end this blog i say to "my self rest in peace john you are and never well be forgotten"

Death Marches On
Shadows fall behind me. Death creeps in with the march of the army. Mothers hold their young. The sky grows dark as death marches on. With their guns they run into battle. Killing everything in their way. Young and old they all shall fall.. Blood is shead and death marches on. The rivers run red. War is all around you. You hear the army outside your window. They can smell your fear. Hide in the corner and grip your pallow tight. The arm marches through your room like a strong wind. You scream but its too late. The army of death marches right through you. Taking your soul a long with it as death marches on.

Death And Rebirth
This is more prose than poetry---- Back Off!!!!!! You are the reason I tried to kill myself I want nothing to do with you. I believed every word out of your mouth. You worked to elevate me, just enough to bring me down. All I ever wanted was for you to love me. Whatever!!!! If that was love then what is hate? How dare you play with my heart and soul like that? I hope you are in just as much pain as what you caused me. Does it make you feel superior to be like that or were you born that way? So many women, so little time How many other women have you captured in your web of lies? Was it all a game? I was such an imbecile I was always so afraid to lose control, now that I have lost control, I LOVE IT You will get yours!!!!!!!! Only time will tell. My heart is black and cold now. Thanks to you. The darkness is my refuge. You did this to me, my astral lover. I want what I want...and it is not you anymore My life is better without you in it.

Death
Death is not something you can decide It’s more like a thing that sneaks up on you when you least expect it Death is neither a friend or an enemy good or bad Yet sometimes it is looked at as being sad Death has no equal and it can’t be hurt It has no emotions it is just there Death is not really something you can capture or eat off a tree It’s more like a long lost soul carrying the dead to there final destination Death is a legend, and under appreciated at that It has been here since the beginning and perhaps death is waiting on death Death opens up new doors it takes you under it’s wing You feel no more pain no more suffering and no more hatred Death is a passage to a new life So it is ok to cry over death of your loved ones As long as you think about it and know if that person lived well he will ascend

Death
Understand death has no use for time. No time is any better, any worse. Cancel twenty years or eighty-nine, Love's a loss one cannot reimburse. Each of us lives for an eternity, Dying only after our forever. Early or late, we vanish equally, All unconscious of the ties we sever, No longer either separate or together

Death
Friday Feb. 2nd at 11:24pm I watched my grandmother die. She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer back in april. It was in both lungs,her bones, and eventually her spine. She asked for me for 3 days before I could get there but she held on. I got to the place where she would let go just in time to say goodbye. She was pretty much unconscious when I got there at 10pm. I stayed strong for my mom, im the only one she has, but it hurt like hell to look down on the woman who worked her ass off her whole life and never complained, The woman who watched Wrestling and yelled at the tv. I walked into the room where she lay unmoving and held her hand,told her I was there and not to be afraid to let go, that I made it for her. She had told my mother earlier in the day when she was still responsive that she could see the clouds and my grandpa and great grandparents and she was ready, but she still held on for what I truly believe was me to get there to say goodbye. I talked to her, held her,

Death Of A Great Friend
This has been a crazy ass week. My Childhood friend passed away Friday evening in her home. She came home from work and sat down to eat and was instantly killed. She had a blood clot in her lung and it busted. The coroner said she died instantly and didn't know a thing. Her 7 year old son found his mother lying in the floor and ran next door to his aunts house. She was 24 years old and was a mother of three babies. A 7 yr old boy, A 5 year old girl and her 7 month old son. She was so sweet and was a true friend. Please pray for her family. Those babies need lots of prayers please. Her daughter stood beside her casket rubbing her mommas head and asking me if she would wake up ? I have seen a lot of sad shit but this one took my heart cause I did not know what to say to her. I just told her that her momma was still here but we cant see her, I said you still can talk to her cause she is always gonna be here in your heart.

Death Is At Hand
Whether or not the truth is a fake, And if the words are all lies, I don’t care if the stars come out, And madness falls from the sky, And if the darkness of the night, Does not exceed the day, I know I will still be standing, I have no need to pray, For the forthcoming of the end is here, My death will soon be at hand, And no longer will I haunt you, Nor my words poison this land, You wished for me to go, And now I will depart, You cannot change my decision, My mind has been torn apart, You hurt me deeply, In a way I cannot express, But it doesn’t matter, It’s a crime, to which you cannot confess, All I can hear, Are the voices in my head, They all say the same as you, I’d be better off dead, They all surround me, These shadows in my room, But I don’t care anymore, I feel safe faced with doom, My absolution is close, My transformation is near, I have nothing to lose, Except my doubt and my fear, I feel the flash of agony,

Death Of A Friend
I Want You To Know by Angela A brief moment of darkness was all that I knew, before Heaven's Gate came into my view. Loved ones and friends I had missed for many years, welcomed me with open arms and many happy tears. All the hurt, fear and pain that I have ever known, is gone from my life, I am finally home. I gazed upon the Lord's sweet smiling face, and for the first time in my life I knew and felt His grace. I know that you miss me, but please dry your eyes. I will always be watching and loving you from my home in the sky. A cool breeze on your face, a touch of light rain, I will send as a reminder that we will be reunited again. Life on earth is but one brief moment in time, I am finally home, Eternity is mine.

Death, A Release From The Pain
suicidal thoughts always ebb in my mind. a cure i have to deal with depression is what i live with, but i keep it in good humors of course. ive come to a crossroad in my life where i cant tell wether im in the real world or a world of my own. this gripping thought always carries me into a fit of anger trying to find myself. ive lost touch with who i am and what makes me the person i am today. i forgot what it feels like to cut a hole into my skin what it was like to burn myself as punishment for the cut. the only release i have is piercing and even that is getting out of hand. one needle hole for another as soon as its in i take it out to make a new hole tearing away at the fabric of my life that still holds strong. deep down inside i am a wreck that can never be fixed. but i am stronger than death i have the will to go on and feel free to spread the message that you can stay strong and hold on. what is life but wrecked memories twisted childhoods and the pain of growing up a shawdowe

Death
ABOUT 2 WEEKS AGO I LOST MY LOVER ,MY FRIEND...WE WASN'T TOGETHER BUT FOR A VERY SHORT TIME BUT HE GAVE ME THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE.HE PASSED ON AND ON HIS WAY OUT WAS ABLE TO HELP OTHER PEOPLE...HE WAS A GOOD MAN AND I'LL MISS HIM FOREVER...GOD!!!! WHY CSNT I HAVE HIM BACK??? BE SURE TO TELL THE PEOPLE YOU KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE THEM ANY MORE...THERE WILL BE MORE LATER.

The Death Penalty.
The Death Penalty is a tricky topic to go after. Before I start it I have to say that I have no idea how it must feel to have a loved one murdered. I pity anyone who has experienced this and can maybe understand feeling the same way about killing the bastard who did such a thing if I were in their shoes. Throughout America there is an ongoing controversy over the death penalty. Many believe that those who murder, rape, and abuse children deserve to be put to death. It is a very engrossing argument and one that I will avoid. The main question before going into this is whether or not you believe it is right to kill a human being? If you do, do you believe it is morally right to kill a human being if he is of no threat to you? It is a question of morals, and passion usually quells morals. In this society we have evolved our methods of killing these criminals to the point that we have reached the process of 'Lethal Injection'. The process involves four steps. First, the prisoner is

Death - Funeral/cremation/cryogenics
In America we live in fear of death, thinking that we should never even think of such events happening in our life, and when it happens we don't look close enough at what the corporations are doing to us. Let's take a look at what awaits everyone down the road of life. In the 1900's American families had a very special room in their house used only for very special occasions. The room was called the 'parlor'. It was also the place where, if someone had died, the family would place the body of their loved one. They would lay him out and clean him up, giving him enough time to alert people if he wasn't really dead. This brought death into a natural light, people accepted it for what it was. Then, in 1910, fashion magazines deemed it a gross and (even worse) old tradition. The American public jumped on the bandwagon and turned their 'parlors' into 'living rooms'. Isn't that a huge 'fuck you' to the dead? The living room was a place to relax, and the tradition of taking care of your

Death Night
Death Night Rage beneath my skin Hate inside my heart My soul striped clean from me My world torn apart The ONE in my life that I hold dear Gone forever in the drop of a tear I lost her tonight The one thing that I fear I hate myself I deserve to die Outward I shake Inward I cry Uncontrollable spasms Wrought with malice and spite There is no salvation I can't make things right I lost my world today It fell in a black pit Deep in the abyss of lost souls Alone I sit On this day, where I begged and prayed My calls were unanswered My needs turned away I cry here tonight My heart ripped open I cannot feel my limbs The blood gone frozen My mind races in directions That none should flow My rage runs black My anger aglow I despise who I have become I hate who I am The world would be better Without such a man To coward too to kill him To brave to let be I know that he will be judging me Where my prayers go They are left unread W

Death Stood Fallen
The young girl sits on her bed, Her soul knowing fills with dread, Her soul gasps, her body clenches and into her flows the undead. As she is taken it begins, out of her mouth the Blasphemy is flying, Her mother and priests sit there praying, frightened and crying She flings her arms and legs and turned her head, She looks at the preist but she sees me instead, She wails, Master! Master! I am Yours, You see! Take me with You to Your Fiery Sea! I stand there innate and laughing and grinning, Spreading my wings and say, Those are mine, the one's that keep sinning Her body writed and twisted she keeps screeching, The priest at loss, begins beseeching The war was lost but the battle was won, her soul from her body went missing, My demons and the girl, groping and kissing Into my arms the little girl ran, I am Satan and I am making my stand, God, my Nemesis,You may have won the heavens in the beginning Golden trumpets blowing and the angels singing But

Death.... Wtf?
Anyone who knows me... knows that I am the night shift charge nurse of an ER.... a rewarding, yet difficult profession. Recently, I had an infant to die in the ER. This is the hardest part of our jobs. We are all alike... everyone... you ask yourself... what do I say to this family?... what do I do?... How do I react? And sometimes... you just don't know the answers to these questions until the very second that they present before you. I have been an ER nurse for several years... and have worked at major trauma centers, so it takes alot for a certain case to stick out in your mind. I will never forget this one.... The infant was already dead when she arrived at the ER... we all knew that... but for the sake of the family... for the sake of your own heart... you work... and you work hard. An innocent child... you do not want to lose. After an hour or so of intense medications and procedures with no positive signs... everyone becomes somnolent. Then there is the dreaded sound

Death Of The Chief
Death of the Chief By Robert D. Novak Thursday, February 22, 2007; Page A19 Oct. 10, 1942, was up to then the best day of my life. I had talked my father, University of Illinois Class of '22, into taking me at age 11 along with him to homecoming weekend. On a golden autumn afternoon, lowly Illinois upset Minnesota, the Midwest football powerhouse. And, for the first time, I was privileged to watch Chief Illiniwek proudly dance down the field to Indian war music. The last time I watched the Chief was Sept. 16, 2006. It will be the last time I ever see this 81-year-old symbol of my alma mater. The board of trustees last week eliminated Chief Illiniwek, bowing to years of pressure from Native American activists, the National Collegiate Athletic Association and liberal politicians. Graduate student Dan Maloney as Chief Illiniwek at the Illinois-Northwestern basketball game on Sunday. Graduate student Dan Maloney as Chief Illiniwek at the Illinois-Northwestern basketball ga

Death Took Me
Death claimed me long ago, When i was filled with pain and sorrow, Now i stand again this day before you, This story i speak is all true, Long ago in a meadow i stood, Wearing armor and my face hideden by a hood, My blade notched from battles in the past, As the men surrounded me i knew i would not last, As the first man came i did not run, My face held an evil grin for this was fun, With just a twist of my arm this one fell, Another reason why i am going to hell, As the second and third came at me, I knew as i moved this is how my end would be, The blade snapped as i went to defend. This i claim as my death my sweet end, As the blades slide into my flesh, I took my very last breath, The pain i felt did not last long, I am not in hell where i belong.

Death.
Today I found out that my Grandma died. She never got to meet Daemon and I hate myself because I never brought him over to Minnesota to meet her. It just hurts me inside. I don't know what to do. Well, I'm going to make this short. I'll update later. ~Manda~

Death & Night & Blood
Death & Night & Blood When I was young I used to brag that hate was the fuel that ran the engine of my creativity. I didn’t see anything negative about it, hate burns clean & hot, leaving no oily residue. On my way up, I went hard @ my passions, I’m a photographer, artist, writer & publisher. I’ve had my work published nationally & internationally. But struggle is tedious & I never achieved the kind of success that allowed me to call any one thing a “career.” Time plods on & I fell victim to the twin titans of temptation, drugs & dames. I became a sexaholic drug addict, lubricating the two with raspberry vodka. Now that I’m older & tired, it’s harder to remember what I was angry about. I don’t want to be the punchy old hater, swinging blind, hoping to hit some lucky insight. Now like Napoleon I’ve been exiled to my fortress of solitude & boredom. The boriest little house on the prairie. Temporarily washed ashore in the place of my birth, home to the cornbread mafia, hillbilli

Death
- - Death - - My heart is breaking, my soul is crying out for you. I love you with all my heart and I will never forget you- I have loved you with all that I am since the day that I was born - I ask myself, can I make it without you in my life. Will I be able to go 10 years and remember your smell, you touch, the sound of your voice or your embrace?? I'm scared of the unknown, of what is to come, of what will be. Is death peaceful? Is it the end, or just the beginning? I cannot say. I have prayed for your health, for a miracle to save you.... Please, God, do not ignore my pleas. I only have one, I will not have another, please God, do not take my Mother!! I would do anything to save you- Anything to keep you here on Earth with me? Can you wait just a little while , to be my angel, and walk up that white staircase?? I need you here - I want you to stay- I don't know how to say goodbye- I don't know if I have the stren

The Death Of Love
I see the rain fall down upon your hair, it shines and looks like gold, and I still choose to stare, but it seems so old… I watched as a fire burned inside my heart, and all my dreams were torn apart, you grasped my soul, took it whole, and beat it into oblivion, I cant see the beauty you saw in me, the death of loves still lives deep, deep inside of me, I recollect the misspent hopes and the pitiful dreams, and all the savage beatings in between, I saw no light and I put up no fight, the danger of the lust still cowers and lingers inside of me, I grimly loathe the taste of your soul and its purpose with me, I cant see the beauty you saw in me, the death of loves still lives deep, deep inside of me, forever I hold onto my soul, I shall not let it go, through the moat of the blood that was drained from my heart, but was replaced by the very red wine, that we used to drink all the time, in our hands was the image of a tarnished rose, that grew so deep within concrete, the roots were rebo

The Death Of Martin Luther King Jr.
He had a dream that one day, His people will have an equal say, That the blacks can live out the year, Without persecution or fear. Martin was a great man, Who came from God's holy hand, They shot him down out of fear, Because his message rang too clear, His family lost a man who was dear. It's too bad Martin didn't live to see, The day when the blacks would be free, For I think they'll always have the right, To know how high they want to set their sights. Martin's son went to his father's killer, And asked him did you kill my father? And when Martin's killer had said no, The seeds of his innocence were sewn. By Michael Juneau

Death...
unholy thoughts of despiration forgotten by dark thoughts of greed so grim this despiration more is all u need her icy grip around your throat so inviting her touch so willing to let go so willing to give up kiss the blade of her work as she lowers it upon your life now you fly with a million damned souls but not alone anymore

Death....and Other Things
Why does life always seem to be over rated? when you least execpt it things could go really bad. Like having a loved one die. in the blink of a eye they are okay and then the next they are dead and gone. Does anything make sense??? I have random thoughts of death. I have dreams that death is coming to get me BEFORE I am ready to go away from this place. Death is not a person or a Sign its just DEATH! its something that happens but its not really something to be talking about always. I know people that are so scared of it they have to go to a therpist just deal with it. does anyone out here ever think about this stuff???? I dont know maybe I am the only one. WHO KNOWS!

The Death Of A Diabetic!!!
AIGTH ALL, UPLOADED NEW PICS. IT'S A PRIME EXAMPLE WHEN A SHITTY DIABETIC GETS A SHIT LOAD OF CANDY SENT TO HIM FROM A KEWL ASS CHICK IN CONNETICUT!!! SEE THE JOY, THE SHOCK, AND THE DEATH OF WHAT HAPPENS AFTER CONSUMING WAX LIPS, PIXIE STICKS, CANDY NECKLACE, PAPER CANDY DOTS, NECCOS, GOBBSTOPPERS, RUNTS, BLACK JACK GUM, ATOMIC FIREBALLS, AND OTHER ASSORTED CANDY THAT I JUST HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO YET. PEACE OUT AND SHIT.-BILL. P.S. NAKED AND GOING INTO A COME.

Death Of A Dream...
So much for peace....like an idiot, I yet again grasped at the chance for what I thought could have been a lasting relationship, and once more I got my heart ripped out and stomped on. I can handle the sting of a relationship gone bad, as I have gotten a bit used to that part. What bothers me the most is that, with each dying relationship, a part of a dream dies with it. A dream in which I have a beautiful wife and children. A dream in which that wife and I grow old together and our children give us grandchildren to spoil. I dunno, maybe I ask too much. I do know one thing for sure, the day the last part of that dream dies, I will die with it. Anyway, thus ends another session of pyschotic banter. PEACE!!!

Death Dream
Here I am on the edge, Leaning over to see the ledge, How far will I fall , Will there be some one to make the call Going down with out screaming a sound As my body spatter all over the ground To dead to care if I will surrive, All ready cold as if I’m all ready died No one care’s if I didn’t say my final good bye’s There’s no one around to even cry As my brain is inbreded into the asfault There’s no oen to blame it’s only my fault I’m all ready gone before I hit the floor One by one people come to stare at the gore A sirens blare and rush to the scene But the problem is it’s not even real it’s just dream.

Death To Israel/death To America
I Know that most everyone who reads this doesn't give a fuck about the following. But it's coming. Don't lull urself into a false sense of security cuz it's been 6 years with no major attacks on U.S. soil. This threat has been festering since 1979, and will knock on your doors one day soon unless someone does something now. This is what will happen cuz u want to attack everything George W. Bush does. Undermining our position and strength in the anti-American anti-Isreal arena of global politics. Torture every last extremist and raze every county to the ground that supports and sponsors terror until our wrath is felt in the islamafascist world. In today's world of doubts regarding foreign policies, dont take my word for it. Visit www.theisraelproject.org/iranpresskit and get the facts for yourselves

Death As My Only Company
Death As My Only Company By: Dustin W. Dennison As I walk through the valley of the shadows And into the darkness of eternity. I walk a lonely path that no one follows, For they are afraid of immortality. As I walk, I began to think, Why Death was walking with me. On the moist ground my feet sink, I walked with death blindly. Not knowing where my journey ends, Not knowing what lies ahead, Not knowing how I will feel, it depends. Only knowing that I am dead. Dead to the world I once loved and cared for, Though it made me suffer , almost killing me. The world broke my heart and made my tears pour. It took away my happiness and I was left with nobody. Alone, I walk with death into the shadows, And into the forgotten memories and dreams. Where I will end up, I don't know, But now I walk on, alone forever or so it seems.

Death
DEATH People fear Death for when it comes. And some people fear Death every day of their existence. But Death should not be feared but should be revered. We, as people, should embrace Death . . . For when it comes ~ All the pain, anguish and sorrow is lifted from our souls And we finally rest in peace.

Death. Beauty, Life, Peace & Love To All People Of This Earth (poem)
death may scare some as may not scare other for who am i to judge them or for them to judge i as we collect our thoughts we still yet judge each other by the way we look and not of the person is side of them as many of you would think i am weird, judge-mental, insane, a freak as this could go on but i would rather been known as a true unselfish person at heart as i put others in mind be fore i put my self in mind so may this help you to think of others differently as i do you for i do not judge you by your looks only of the person in side of the body for the body is only the shell of the person for i have said to many in the passed i look you not your body so i bid you fare well if you do not like my kind words but i will still for ever be here if you need a shoulder to cry up on just think of me... and blessed you be to me who ever you are or where you may be... by aj rich on the 20/03/07

The Death Of The Little Hen
Once upon a time the little hen went with the little cock to the nut-hill, and they agreed together that whichsoever of them found a kernel of a nut should share it with the other. Then the hen found a large, large nut, but said nothing about it, intending to eat the kernel herself. The kernel, however, was so large that she could not swallow it, and it remained sticking in her throat, so that she was alarmed lest she should be choked. Then she cried, cock, I entreat you to run as fast as you can and fetch me some water, or I shall choke. The little cock did run as fast as he could to the spring, and said, stream, you are to give me some water, the little hen is lying on the nut-hill, and she has swallowed a large nut, and is choking. The well answered, first run to the bride, and get her to give you some red silk. The little cock ran to the bride and said, bride, you are to give me some red silk, I want to give red silk to the well, the well is to give me some water, I am to take the

Death's Messengers
In ancient times a giant was once traveling on a great highway, when suddenly an unknown man sprang up before him, and said, halt, not one step farther. What. Cried the giant, a creature whom I can crush between my fingers, wants to block my way. Who are you that you dare to speak so boldly. I am death, answered the other. No one resists me, and you also must obey my commands. But the giant refused, and began to struggle with death. It was a long, violent battle, in which at last the giant got the upper hand, and struck death down with his fist, so that he collapsed by a stone. The giant went his way, and death lay there conquered, and so weak that he could not get up again. What will be done now, said he, if I stay lying here in a corner. No one will die in the world, and it will get so full of people that they won't have room to stand beside each other. In the meantime a young man came along the road, who was strong and healthy, singing a song, and glancing around on every side. When

Death Threat??? This Asshole Is On Ct..
Last night, I had my cam on, yeah i do go on from time to time...Im in a group that requires you to have a cam..Now now now.....not all cam groups are like what your thinkin...Well, my cam froze, so i had to shut it off and this is the message I recieved! narutofiend2006 (3/21/2007 1:01:05 AM): why the fuck did u kick me Debbie myob (3/21/2007 1:01:19 AM): froze narutofiend2006 (3/21/2007 1:01:52 AM): ok reallow me then and don't let me miss ur cam narutofiend2006 (3/21/2007 1:02:10 AM): ............. narutofiend2006 (3/21/2007 1:02:17 AM): are u fucking kiddin me? narutofiend2006 (3/21/2007 1:02:44 AM): whatever think u're the coolest one but ur not u will regret this bye narutofiend2006 (3/21/2007 1:03:53 AM): die die bitch Yes this asshole is here on CT as well..All i can say is "dude fuckin build a bridge and freakin get over it"! I know its all just words, but some should just go unspoken!!

Death To America Part Ii "this Time It's Personal"
Well another U.N. deadline has passed and Iran still enriches uranium when they were ordered to stop. But you new that was coming. So while Russia and China drag ass to stall harsh sanctions, the threat grows......

Death Of An Uncle. Not Going To Be On As Much
Hi All, Over the weekend my Mom's brother past away over in Ireland from a heart attack while having his leg amputated due to blood clots. He was in his late 60's and had diabetes but still a very young age to go. We also think he passed away due to a broken heart as he wife died from cancer just 10 years ago this month. Please keep my family in your prayers. I won't be on here as much the next few days. Thank you for your understanding. Irish, just a saddened teddybear.

Death
i know i'm afraid of death i know that we all have to die sometime i don't want death to get me not now i love my life i have to face facts that death will come when it is my time not now i want to be with my family now i want to see what will come death will get me when it is my time i know not now by Melissa Dumler

Death Be Swift
I once again trsuted my heart and like an old fool that i am it got hurt. Why do I keep trying? Why am I so damn stupid? Why lead me on or make me think that there may possible be a chance? Maybe I bost your ego I don't know butI Would love to have soem straight answers. My world was happy for a whiel and now al lI see is darkness. Life use to be sweet becaseu I thought I had someoen or the possiblity of someone and now i know...I am nothing...Once again I am back otbe nothing. I hate this....Life sucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Death In Stages
SOUL IN TURMOIL,BRAIN IS GONE, WILL I EVER BREAK THE TOPSOIL, DEATH IT JUST SEEMS LIKE IT TAKES SO LONG, DYING SLOWLY IN MY MADNESS, ONLY SADNESS IN MY HEART, WILL I EVER FILL WITH GLADNESS, WHY DOES IT ALWAYS SEEM SO DARK, LYING,CHEATING,STEALING,BRIBING, BOY,MY LIKES A LIVING HELL, MIND IS TWISSTING TURNING MADLY, BUILT UP ANGER AT MYSELF, SOUL IS NUMB AND I SO SADLY, REALIZE THERE IS NO HELP, SO I FACE MY SICKENING PROBLEMS, AND RACK MY DYING BRAIN, WILL I EVER BE A GOOD ONE, WILL I EVER LIVE AGAIN,...

~death Of A Chat Friend~
I woke up very suddenly @ 1 am this morning unable to fully go back to sleep....I finally got out of bed after sometime and took a shower and had a cup of coffee. When I got on YAHOO messenger I was just sitting there kind of surprised I had not heard from my friend Charlie in a few days about his trip to see his son and grand kids...within a few minutes a message box from his name pops up and I was so excited to see how it went until I read the following message..... Charles Harris (3/30/2007 9:03:54 AM): My father passed away at 1 am i dont know how well you all knew him but i promissed him id let you know, thanks for being a friend to him hope you all loved him like we do i am his son thanks His son and I chatted for awhile and I guess his father had my photo on his screensaver. This man was such a gentleman ,so kind and always made me smile and made sure he told me I was a beautiful woman and his best friend. He will be greatly missed.I told him he was my ANGEL sent from GOD

Death
When do you know that love is dead? Is there a feeling, a notion, a picture that gets painted for you? Do you awake one morning and suddenly see past the mist of confusion that has glazed your eyes for so long? Or does it just creep up on you like a stealthy serpent in the grass with bad intent in it's eyes? or has it always been dead.... Animated by your hope, and fear of being alone... Vilulf 04-02-2007 All Rights Reserved

Death And Her Maiden
Every one of your lies caress over your split bleeding lips, dance on your tongue to the symphony of deceit. I lie within your devils lair, entwined within the tangle of the shattered dreams you weave. My soul has withered within, a fading memory of lost tomorrows. Life slips through my fingers, pooling at my feet as the years slip by. Branded by wounds that time will never heal. I am suffocating in the emptiness, as it eats me alive. His talons ripped so deeply within my breast, tearing me apart piece by piece. As deafening beat of my heart is silenced, I feel serenity wash over me. Death caresses my face, free from the devils gaze.

Death Is A Joke
A Chinese man is divorcing his wife after she pretended to hang herself as an April Fool's joke It happened when Mr Lin, of Shanghai, came home on April 1 after a business trip, reports the Shanghai Evening Post. "When I opened the door, I saw a black object swinging in the air. When I turned on the light I was shocked to see my wife had hanged herself," he said. Lin immediately called police and the property office. Office staff helped Lin take down the 'body' while waiting for the police. "Suddenly, she sat up, started to laugh hysterically, and said this was my April Fool's Day present," says Lin angrily. His wife, Han, a 26-year-old actress, is always playing jokes on Lin as a way of keeping the marriage fresh. She says: "I just try to surprise him everyday." But Lin has has had enough: "I feel as if I'm sitting on a bomb everyday. We're getting divorced! "I can't stand the jokes and games anymore. She hides the dishes in the washing machine, or changes the loc

Death In The Family
Me and my sister just lost our grandpa today, he had a heartattack, and didn't make it!! So we both won't be on this weekend.. I hope every one will have a wonderful wkend.. And have a Happy Easter.. Jenn Thanxs for everybody's love and concern! I hope everybody has a great week!!

The Death Of A Soul
I gave all the love my heart possessed, all the spirit my soul held dear. Asked for nothing in return and was given wicked betrayal to worthless tears. I trusted as no other could. Believed and hoped as Angels would. Crushed is my soul and torn is my heart for you deemed fit to tear us apart. The agony you wrought makes you smile but know without a doubt in your pitiful denial. My hatred and sorrow will not kill me yet, it will fuel my desires for you deserve what you get. A day will come when karma unfolds and I will watch as the story is told. My hand will not be reaching for you as it always has before. You've forfeited that courtesy for my ardor you ignored. My love and compassion are no longer yours. I have none left for your ignorant course. Your life you have chosen through all the lies and deceit. Now wallow in your emotionless misery and live it complete. A bed of roses I gave a bed of nails you made. I hope you enjoy the cold lonesome for your damag

Death
Saying goodbye is never easy It's the hardest thing to do But what hurts even more Is not the chance to say it to you. Yesterday is just a memory Our laughter was sunny and bright Then clouds started to gather For you were no where in sight. You were my first real love And this I will never forget How you left without a warning No good-byes, my only regret. Wherever I may be now Always searching for another so true To place my world of emotion Handing my love to someone like you. If again I must go there And experience all the pain I would do it in a minute For all the good I would gain. No matter what my wrongs You offered only love Until the day you left me For your new home up above. I know you still are with me Your love is within my heart Though life is no longer present Our souls will never part. This is given to you in honor Of all that we did share I just wanted you to know, dear, How much I really did care.

Death Is Real
When I look around, All I see is blackness. Bleakness, nothingness. Is anything real? Is anything real but this Pain that I feel? Death. Death is real. Cold morbid death, A release from the pain. A release from earthbound torments That wrack this body endlessly. Merciful death. If only I could catch you up, And snuggle cozily in your warm embrace. Death is real. Death and pain, And of the two I choose death. A ceasing of being in this forsaken barrenness That we call life. Death is real to me. Maybe too real it might seem. (c.)(2007) By KC Z.

The Death Of A Child...
I sit here stunned. I was just reading someone's blogs that was an aquantance. Some people are so FUCKED in the head. I'm so happy I got out of that before I got to far in to that. They said the typical things, I know I'm a guy and we are all assholes blah blah blah and "all I can promise is that I WILL hurt you though it won't be intentional. Well my life has bigger problems right now...if they were a true friend they would have stayed around to help!! Let's see, in the last few days things have pretty much sucked here. Eric walked out on me, packed his clothes and took off. He did come back...but.. Tomorrow is the 9th year anniversary of my baby's death. See no one really knows me or what I go thru. They don't know the pain I live day when I see a cute baby that reminds me of her or I hear her name or see a baby with Down's. No one knows the pain I feel every year when this date comes around, the pain I re live year after year after year, a pain which will NEVER g

Death
MOMMA TAKE THIS BADGE FROM ME I CAN'T USE IT ANYMORE,IT'S GETTIN DARK TO DARK TO SEE,FEELS LIKE I'M KNOCKIN ON HEAVENS DOOR.MOMMA PUT MY GUNS IN THE GROUND I CAN'T SHOOT THEM ANYMORE THAT COLD BLACK CLOUD IS COMIN DOWN FEELS LIKE I'M KNOCKIN ON HEAVENS DOOR

The Death Of Common Sense
Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; an d Maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when par

Death Of Common Sense
Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned, but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked tea

Death Of My Heart
Why must you kill me? Squeeze the life out of me. Drain everything from within me. My flesh hardens waiting for your touch. Silence of your voice deafens me. I wither starving of your taste. Without you I am dying slowly. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. Till I am no more alive than our love. An empty shell, blind I sit. Listless in an empty world. Waiting for peace.

Death
you are sweet gentle and kind the life force within me. you made my days filled with happiness,warmth, and laughter. you were the one who woke me each morning with a kiss the one to put me to sleep with your strong arms and gentle touch. the days are long now the nights even longer for you have gone and left me here alone in my cold cold world. no more warmth no more laughter hapiness is just a long forgotten thing.why did you leave me in this world alone?

Death And How Much It Sucks!
TODAY I WENT TO A PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE FOR MY YOUNGEST SON, BILLY. I HEARD ALL THE GOOD STUFF ABOUT HIM THEN I HEARD HOW HE HAS BEEN ACTING OUT IN CLASS, EVEN BEFORE HIS FATHER'S DEATH. I THEN SAW A DIFFERENT KID THAN WHAT I AM USED TO SEEING STANDING IN FRONT OF ME, AND IT SCARED ME. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THEM ALL THE TIME! I DON'T HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS! WE NEVER DO. I WALKED AWAY FEELING FRUSTERATED AND UNSURE OF MYSELF. I THEN WENT TO THE CAR AND TRIED CALLING THE ONE PERSON WHO WOULD ASSURE ME THAT IT WOULD BE FINE, AND THAT I AM A DESCENT MOTHER, AND HE WASN'T THERE! HE IS GONE AND I FORGOT FOR A MOMENT! I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF SOMETIMES! YOU KNOW I JUST STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS. HOW TO BE ME WITHOUT HIM HAVING SOME SORT OF INVOLVEMENT! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE THE ONLY PARENT! IT'S CRAZY! I KNOW THAT WE WILL BE OK IN THE END, BUT EVERYTHING SCARES ME! WHAT IF FOR SOME REASON SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO MY CHILDREN? I WORRY ABOUT THE

Death Trap
Death Trap Don't fall too deep Into the death trap There is nothing to gain And everything to lose You get attached To people you don't know Only to get hurt For their stupid show Your mind gets boggled With thoughts that aren't there Your heart gets crushed Just so they can snicker Just like many others Do not fall too deep Into your death trap

Death Has The Best Of Me
Dreams Disapearing, Nightmares Pushing In, Thoughts Burying In My Heart, Making My Heart Slowly Fade Away. Every Tear That Falls, Cracks An Inch Into My Heart, Pretty Soon It Will Shatter Into Small Pieces. Each Piece Was From Every Tear I Ever Cried. As It Starts To Rain From The Sky, Just Like The Tears That Fall From My Eyes. Every Smile Turns Into A Frown, Always Happens When I Get Pushed Down. Every Laugh Turns Into Cries, Always Happend When Someone Dies. Finally My Heart Has Shattered Once And For All, I Feel Breathless As I Begin To Fall, Pushed To Far This Time As For My Tears Have Finally Dried. I Waited Awhile For Death To Take The Best Of Me For My Rightful Place, My Life Finally Ended When I Had A Smile On My Face.

The Death Of The 1337!
First off, it started when I looked out my window at sunrise. From my window I can look out over the Pacific ocean. The sun that rose over the Sierra Nevada behind me shaded the intensity of the colors but reflected the perfect shade of pink and orange into my room. A swirling bath of lavender, midnight blue and a cheerful pink merged on my navy blue bedsheets. It is usually the sound of the cooing baby in the oak crib next to me who wakes me up; reminding me I am a mother and I have a multitude of tasks set before me - even before the sun rises. However, it was the soft breathing of his pink, chubby body that soothed me to just stare helplessly out the window. I find myself smiling. Not because I find his crooked little expression of release amusing, but because the connection I feel to something so small; so invalidic, fufills my deepest holes. His bright green blanket, that clashes horribly with his baby blue motif, twists as he squirms out the last bit of restlessness left in hi

Death Under Pale Moonlight
Death Under Pale Moonlight Today I pressed face to face with her Cheek to cheek I kissed her head to toe I felt her up and down, and all around I could feel the rushing sense of danger I caressed her hands before I cut her wrists I kissed her goodnight, death under pale moonlight Today I held her heart in my dirty hands And from my throat I thrust a knife Jabbed down into her heart through my hands She only whispered without a fight I killed her with my own two bare hands I let her lie down in her bed I kissed her goodnight, death under pale moonlight

The Death Sentence
I was reading in the newspaper yesterday that convicted killer, David Woods (no relation), is arguing about the civility of lethal injection. There is some argument that the drug that stops the heart is being administered before the inmate is completely sedated, thus causing some pain prior to death. It's being argued that this is inhumane. This man, David Woods, was convincted for the brutal murder of his 77 year old neighbor. Did he stop to consider that the murder might be painful for his victim? There was no team of lawyers to plead the victim's case. There was no one there to witness their cries of agony and deem it inhumane. The fact that people are so concerned for the pain and suffering of the convicted murderer seems like the cruelest of tasteless jokes. You want to know what I think is fair? Truly fair? I think the only fair way for a convicted murderer sentenced to death to die is in the same manner they killed. If you shot a man, you are shot in the same mann

Death's Kiss
My world is turing dark to fast as i forget about the past for me this will always last as my world starts to turn real fast than i hear a big blast all i see now is death every time i walk i think will this be my last breath some time i think death is around me i don't think i'll ever be free always have to look behind me or listen for the door as i can't take this feeling out of me anymore theres nothing in my world to adore as i hit the cold hard floor as i hear the door knock i know it is time as my world turns blacker than black as i walk than my world turns black and i see a bright light i as try to climb.

Death
Death I do not fear Why fear the inevitable? I know where it I shall go I shall burn in the flames of hell Burn for all eternity. My soul charred and blackened Blackened by my deeds Though you say I can atoen I am not sure anymore However I could care less For then my soul shall match my blackened heart The nightmares no different than in life The screams I hear in my sleep The screams so loud I want to cover my ears. It scares me that some nights those screams They are music to my ears. A song so sweet, that it makes me smile. One day death will touch me And it will all go away MaLinda Stevens Age 27 5-3-07

Death!
Had a load more of those "we want to give you lots of money" emails recently, like the one I got from 'Winnie Mandela'. It seems an extraordinary amount of people with my surname have died in car/plane crashes or been murdered by rebels, along with all their relatives, in various parts of Africa. Suffice to say, I ain't ever going there. We're obviously all jinxed.

Death
WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS ABOUT DEATH Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death! Make a personal reflection about this. Very interesting, read until the end. It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7): "Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." Here are some men and women who mocked God: JOHN LENNON: Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said: "Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, today we are more famous than Him" (1966). Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times. TANCREDO NEVES (President of Brazil): During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency. Sure he got the

Death Makes A Fool Out Of All Of Us
There's no way out (there's no way in) just born this way born heart broken no way to escape there's no way to release all the pain, all the angst that builds-up within me and the sun never shines (i don't open my eyes) it's all dark in my world (there's a thing known as light?) no such thing as a smile (though i think i once could) but i find i don't hide it -- i know that i should all this pain, building up in my soul, breaks me down like the end of my world is not far from me now another tear has fallen and it slides, warm, down my face makes a path that soon will end and then one more will take its place how does death make a fool out of ones full of life how do i find my passion in the blade of a knife? why can't i be normal why can't the sun shine i need love to exist -- there's no love i can find there is no more happy there only is sad when i look for escapes i find they're looking back

Death
Not that I'm planning my death or anything but I decided while writing this poem that I want it read at my funeral: Death is unavoidable This we know It has to come sooner or later This we anticipate But once it befalls It’s shocking Everyone fills with melancholy We’ve lost a love one But there’s always someone To say “Don’t be sad, but rejoice, For we know they’ve gone to heaven.” “Heaven where they shall find eternal happiness.” So be happy Not that you lost someone But that you know That they found true happiness and shall always watch over you.

Death To The Angel Formally Known Has Me
I have gone this path The surroundings are familiar There is something chilling about this place There is too much hate in this mirror, It is me and at the same time It is not me at all This reflection of me Is all of my emotions in a ball, The eyes are dark red The face too shadowed to see Revenge, hate, turmoil Is what I shall turn out to be, No more love now Just rivers of aggression Too much anger in this cage No need to try supprression, I am letting the Demon out Time to stop getting stepped on Next person to backstab me Is six feet down, There are no more friends No more loved ones Everyone is an enemy now My soul is dead, over, and done

Death
Chapter 11 Death I was down in the basement working out on my bench press, listening to Iron Maiden’s “Number of the Beast” when dad yelled down and told me I had a phone call. I eased the weight into the rack and turned down the stereo, then reached for the phone. “Yello, it’s your dime, it’s your time.” “Brad? This is Jane. Are you busy?” Something in her voice told me all was not well, “Not doing a thing. What’s wrong?” “Well, I need to talk to you. I’m down at Phil’s. Can you come down?” “Give me five minutes. I’ll be there.” I took off my gym shorts and pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. I told the folks I was going to Phil’s for awhile, then headed out the door. It was ten o’clock and, for March, the weather was mild. I set out jogging down the quarter mile of road between my house and Phil’s. As I approached, I noticed the cars were gone and all the lights were out, except in Phil’s bedroom. I came up the steps to the front door and found it op

Death
Death seems to follow me in my shadow waiting for me to step in so that it may grab me and take me home to where I belong, for as I know I have escaped its clutches before many many times. Death is not happy with me and wants me home like a father does a daughter. Death lurks around every corner, every dark place, anywhere you aren't looking. For as many times as I have cheated death, I know now that he is coming for me. The cold chill that you feel when its hot. Death is there when your alone but you know someone is watching. He will come for me and I am waiting. I am not scared for nothing in Hell could be worse then the people hear on what you all call earth.

The Death Of A Lover
everytime, he puts it all out there. they take his heart into their hands, dripping red love. and then rip into it with their beautiful nashing teeth they use him heart and soul. slowly draining him of blood and love. of all that he has built up in his heart, each time he loses a little bit more, the path behind him growing crimson with his pain, his heart growing smaller and more afraid. each time he thinks he has found the one. each time its like de ja vou. ripping and tearing, slamming and stomping, blood and life gushing from him heart and soul. they run through his heart and his life like a demolition team, ruining all that he is. one day he looks back and there is blood all around and he loves no more. he holds in his hand a small stone, all that is left of his heart. no one wants him. he has nothing left to give but a caloused and mishapen heart. all that is left is death but even that evades him, years left in his miserable life. he awaits either death o

Death
IF TEARS COULD MAKE A RIVER AND MEMORYS A LANE I WOULD WALK UP TO HEAVEN AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN LIFE IS SUCH A PRECIAS THING LIVE IT TO YOUR FULLIEST NEVER GIVE UP ON LIFE WE ALL GO THREW BAD THINGS IN LIFE SOME MORE THEN OTHERS EVERYTHING HAPPENDS FOR A REASON NEVER TURN YOUR BACKS ON THE ONES YOU LOVE BECAUSE THEY MAY NOT BE HERE TOMMROW SO IF U HAVE SOMEONE SPECIAL IN YOUR LIFE RIGHT KNOW ENJOY WHAT TIME U HAVE WITH EACH OTHER BECAUSE WE DO NOT NOT WHAT TOMMROW WILL BRING US NEVER GO TO BED ANGERY AT EACH OTHER ALWAYS TELL THAT SPECIAL PERSON JUST HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU AND HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM EACH AND EVERYDAY LOVE IS A PRECIAS THING NEVER WASTE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Death Stalks Us All
I MET THE MAN I THOUGHT I WANTED TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH. HE WOULD EVEN CALL ME THE FUTURE ME. ?. IT WAS CUTE AND I GOT USED TO IT. BUT HE HAS LIED TO ME AND JUST NOT TOLD ME EVERYTHING, I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART, BUT THERE IS NOTHIN I CAN DO NOW. IT'S OVER. HE WONT TALK TO ME, WRITE ME, OR MESSAGE ME. I TOTALLY GIVE UP. I LOVE HIM JUST LIKE IN THE LETTER I WROTE TO HIM. THAT I AM SURE HE WONT READ. HE CANT ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM. I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL. I LOVE YOU I am nothing. He has been sleepin with his ex-wife

Death Jus Fkn Sucks.
This is not what i normally write about. So please, if youve got something to say,,, say it in here. Dont bring it to my attention. Hard for me to talk about. Im surprised im even writing it… when i was younger i never knew my father. hes was takin from me when i was 3 weeks from my first birthday. at that time i didnt understand why when i was growing up, i had seen all these guys who werent my dad coming in and out of my mothers life. i suppose i should tell you what happened to my dad, huh. when i was jus barely a yr old, there was a major drug deal coming in to tonawanda. jus before the whole thing went down, the cops got wind of it. when the deal went through, alot of people got busted. Well by this time somebody was gonna pay. The people that this drug shipment was for were pissed… They had an idea of who the snitch was,,, but they weren't sure… so these supposed friends of my dad went up to my mother and brought it to her attention… they automatically assumed that my

Death Comes To Slow
The hands of time now mre so slow. As then end of my life looms so closely ahead.In In my youth I wished for it to speed by. Funny how life has come full circle. As I wait all I am with are thoughts full of sorrow. I realize now how much of that wish came true All the things I missed no longer possible to do. If only I had saved that wish now that I need it. Cause I know it wont be granted twice. I sit here alone,the light it dims so slow. It eats at my mind,but only in nibbles. Making me relive all my mistakes. I reach out to embrace death. But it eludes my grasp laughing at me. It keeps me in pain,mocking me,for it knows... I am alone,I am alone.

Death And Loss And Choices
Death is a rough subject for me lately and i figure its about time i talk about it. I am in the military and I know the importance of life. i always though going to war would be the death of me and that I would be the first of my generation in my family (between me and my cousins) to die. Well on the 29th of April God proved me wrong. I find it very hard to admit when shit goes wrong, and this time is no exception. My cousin Kenton died in a car crash on the 29th of April. He had moved down to Seattle 8 days prior to his accident. I found out he had moved to the area, and I got ahold of his cell number and gave him a call. My parents were supposed to come to see me in a couple weeks so i kind of worked a little family get together with him and mom and dad. this was on a Wednesday. I was talking more and more with him and he was updating me on his life and how he had cleaned up everything and finally gotten off his parole. I was so proud of him and still am for taking the responsibilit

Death In The Family
So I was planning to move today to be closer to where my sister lives, but yesterday when my sister was driving up to help me move, she got a horrible call from her boyfriend in chicago that his father was found dead in his car on the side of the road in a ditch....of course she had to go be with him.....there's no doubt in that.....but now I have this feeling of sorrow and pain that I can't quite describe....Part me wishes nothing had happened at al, then it says damn and on the weekend I was going to move.....but how can I think something like that.....his father is dead, he's my sister's boyfriend, he's my friend.....part of me just wishes it had happen to someone else....and part of me wishes that I could be there for them both....I'm fuckin angry about all this.....I just wanna go outside and scream at the top of my lungs and yell out the word fuck, fuck, fuck this shit......it's not fuckin fair.....I'm so fuckin pissed off....Her boyfriend Ben is only a few months older then me,

Death
Death becomes her as she sits in the cold... Death becomes her as she sits alone... Lost she will never look again, Once thrown away she will never mend. Death becomes her as she cries... Deathe becomes her from all the lies... Poweful she shall become, Never under estatemate, she IS the one. Death becomes her as forever it will... Death becomes her as her time stands still... Watch her as she grows, Powerful learning & an inner glow. Death becomes her as she gages her rath... Death becomes her to never look back... Touching her power of fire, gaining great strength, going higher. Death becomes her she finds her kill... Death becomes her out of your will... Look at her in all her glory, Do you even know her story? Death becomes her for she lives in the dark... Death becomes her because tis always the start... Her pain riddled with loss, She lays her white wings down in the burnt moss. Death becomes her on this final day... Death becomes

Deaths Horse Men
Death's horse men. Blood splaters the walls of thy mind Blood drippins off the knife Blood fills my mouth Movies,Music,and madmen All ways getting blamed When we are to blame Wispiting in there minds Placing the blade in there hands Slaying there hunger Movies, Music and madmen All ways getting blamed When we are to blame We are the shadows We are the insainty we are thee fantasy's

Death And Laughter...
**Archived from 11-06** I knew before my alarm went off. Today is the day. Finally. How fucking sad. What a fucking relief. My eyes stayed clenched while the alarm beeped off. beep beep beep. So annoying....But I can feel Emma asleep behind me. I held my breath and soaked that in for a moment. Before I jumped up and turned it off. I love mornings. I am a morning person. I hate to go to sleep. I'd really rather not, thank you very much. I feel like I am wasting time if I do. I love making coffee, my body still warm from sleep,my feet encased in warm fuzzy slippers. Fresh cool air and watching the sun rise over my backyard. Which is now littered with leaves. Today is the day. I premade the coffee. It was waiting for me in my red coffee pot. Three cups sat before it, already filled with the exact amount of creamer and sugar that we three needed. I poured mine. I poured Cyns. We sipped. We ahhhhhed. We hugged. We patted. We sat there a discussed the pl

Death
Death. Is it the beginning of a never ending silence? We must be more than this blood, this fragile flesh that my eyes can gaze upon. The way my body takes in the cold air and turns the energy from food into energy that my body can use to move, to think, to rearrange molecules, is merely a machine made of flesh and blood. The way that my brain can transmit thoughts can be explained. However what those thoughts are, and why I think them can not. My thoughts are determined by my soul, by my conciseness, by the unexplained beauty that makes us who we really are. The flesh is so weak, but our conciseness is so undeniably amazing it makes my eyes well with tears thinking of the beauty that lies within us. When you see death come, you can not help but imagine what happens to that beauty. It can not fade away into thoughtlessness, into something that is nothing. Or can it? Are we just a cosmic mistake? Are we just a mixture of chemicals that for unexplained reasons created what we a

Death Pending
Death walks in to your life and you are supposed to accept it without question Well I question death this day and time Why do you make my mom so sad - you are taking her only sister away Life comes and goes I know but to be taken before your time is the question why Silent tears grace my mother's face I hold my tears back and put on a brave face Strong I must be - maybe later I can cry When will you leave our family's door Death I ask When will the time be my aunt is no more Lingering on each day passes by Family gathers praying and saying goodbye Death is pending at my house Waiting approval from a higher self created by SF

Death
I stand here with a blade, you stand there shaking at me I know what you did You know what you did I look at your throat with a smile upon my face with the look of fear in your eyes no where to run no where to hide your traped inside one quick swipe of my blade you stand there with fear looking at me with the blood pouring from your throat i smile at you and laugh how the tables have turned i'm the one who is laughing' your the one whos holding your throat.

Death Visited Today
My beautiful little sun conure Hecate died. I'm not sure what happened to her. She was talking shit just last night like she usually does. We covered her up for the night and this morning she wasn't hollering at the top of her lungs which is her usual habit. I commented to my roomie that she sure was being quiet and when he went to take her cover off, we discovered her at the botom of her cage. I've been crying all day. I love all my animals and I wonder if I mised something, some sign that she was sick or uncomfortable. The odd thing is when we went outside there was a dead sparrow in the front of our complex. Freaky. My roomie is so kick ass though, he buried her in a pot container and he planted a flowering bush on top of her and hung her bell from her favorite toy it's branches. Now she will always be on the patio where she loved to hang out and enjoy the sun. I'm just so sad...all our other animals have been really quiet today, I guess they can tell when things l

Death Of A Vampiress
I wrote this January 26, 2006 in responce to a writing challenge. Hope you like it. Death of a Vampiress The sun comes through the window illuminating this hotel room Falling gracefully across sheets cold as ice Nothing seems to warm through this dreaded cold No amount of fire seems to break through Heart tangled in a web of lies Long ago lost to the dark Soul searching Trying to find my way Out of this void I sit on the chair across the room Hiding in shadows The sun has yet to touch Watching you as you lay Not moving What brought me to this place I know not I search for answers None to be found here The marks on your neck Dripping crimson in the light Drained, you sleep forever The life I’ve lived Has begun to take it’s toll Having eaten my fill For the last time in hundreds of years I offer the little left of My long ago shattered humanity To the fates As for the first time In five millennium I enter the daylight To kill again No more

Death An Moving On
Ok look I know you all dont really know me or really talk to me much but as the summer gets closer I find my self getting more depressed. See last year I found out my child hood friend of 28yrs died in his sleep an then two days later my Husbands cousin was in a serious accident. An I tell you he was one of the most wonderfull ppl you could have ever met. Well it ended my my husbands cousin died a week later. An then my great aunt died in January. Then here in March three beautfil little girls passed away in a tragic fire. Two of the girls was my husbands other cousins little girls. One was my daughters age an the other was a little younger. I remember baby sitting the youngest when she was only 4 an here she was going on 8 when she died. The other little girl was my husbands bestfriend's little girl an she always wanted to make you smile. It has been a hard year. No I dont want sympathy or any thing like that. I just wanna say ya know I see so much going on an so many tragic things

Death
death is following me life is haunting me the two r colliding all at once i am not sure what to make of it go with the flow a door is opening am i ready i don't know hopefully i will grow in it or will it haunt me too push it away try to fix the unfixable some of it is not their fault so where is their peace we shall know if i can this soon embrace the gift just don't let the devil in too am i ready i don't know or will it haunt me too

Death Letter Part 1
Please don’t cry Listen to my words What I’m about to say This is my death letter This is where I’ve gone Please don’t mourn for me You’ll be all right without me Standing, looking over the edge Thinking of the jump I’m going to take Looking into the sky Thinking is there a place for me Nothing went right for me Nothing was simple for me Taking the abuse that was thrown at me Thinking of how my life was Has brought me to this point As I stare death in the face Thinking, as I stare at the ground below Of the time when things turned bad You said to me “I was a waste of time” I couldn’t take it I smashed my fist into the wall Blood trickled down from the knuckles The pain I felt that day I still feel in the back of my mind You couldn’t care less about me So here I stand Soon I’ll be gone You’ll never see me again (Chorus) I just couldn’t take this anymore There was too much pressure on my shoulders It caved in on me Suicide was the only option To ta

The Death Of A Loved One
In March of 1999 I lost one brother. My dad died June 5, 2004 and my baby brother who was 21 and just got married on march 31 of this year was taken from this earth on June 5, 2007. I am still so angry and have to ask why God could take so much from one family. When is enough enough. I sit here and wonder who will be taken from my family next. I still can't believe that my baby brother is gone and I will never be able to see his smile again. How is this fair? How is this right? How do you keep going when so much has been taken. I want so much just to curl up in a whole and let life pass me by. I want so much not to get close to anyone else because I am not sure if I can take anymore people I love and care about being taken away from me. My family has delt with so much pain and so much hurt. When is it going to stop? My mom has had eight heart attacks and I am so afraid that she is going to be next. I don't know if i could deal with that. My rock right now is my seven year old little gi

Death’s Knife By(sorpio11120)
Over and again I find myself in This world that doesn’t make any sense. But I come to it again and again This world that strips me of every defense. I sleep each night in my bed of shelter Wounding what the next day will bring me I dream and hope that my hate won’t swelter I send my deep and lasting love to thee Living brings only sorrow and hatred. Death breeds peace, calm and eternal life Death clears the obstacles that I must tread But how can I escape life’s ready knife? When life breeds sorrow and sadness of death I will look for your ever gentle breath.

Death Of A Family Member.....
To some of you, this may sound stupid, but I lost a child tonight...Not two legged, not even four legged...It was a baby burmese python...She was only with me for about four hours, but I loved her just the same. It's amazing how something so small, yet so hated by most, can captivate someone so much...My best friend found her in the parking lot of the pet store she worked at and thought I'd like to have her...She had been partially run over, but we hoped for the best because she was alert, and still moving...But I held that snake when she took her last breath and jerked one final time...Dumb right? Maybe for YOU..But for someone who can't have CHILDREN, all I have are MY ANIMALS...She was innocent. Had never bitten anyone, harmed anything (except the food she needed to survive), and was extremely docile...She was gorgeous. She didn't deserve to die, yet I feel she's better off. I'd rather her not continue to suffer and be in pain. I've had so many deaths in my family...People AND anima

Death's Broken Heart
Love hurts long after it has taken wing to a distant shore. And left behind we pray for... just one more. To touch to caress with lip and eyes.. To kiss away the tears of sudden, senseless goodbyes. Amidst the regrets of time wasted on foolish prattle life lost its hears valiant battle Beneath the sea of tears... One heart leth behind will search until its end of time Only death's broken heart will embrace this rhyme

Death Of The Old Romantic...
Yes I was one.. I believed it all.. You know the one.. "Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, Happy Ever After." But I am officially calling time on that one. I have been single now for what, almost 3 years, and I have come to the conclusion that. It probably better for me now to remain that way.. It would be nice to think you would meet that person, but it just not going to happen, I am not in a position really to consider it, far too much for me to decide for me. So from here on in, that is my choice, and I am happy with it to be fair. I can just now wander through life without the annoyances of all that. Do my thing and just be me. Oh and for those who may think that "singality" is usually kept by those quite happy to go out and sleep with anyone, I have also managed to last without sex, infact since sex with my ex, every experience since, though few, have had one binding element, it has been a hugely disappointing and somewhat pointless

Deathbed Confession
A husband and wife had four boys. The odd part of it was that the older three had red hair, light skin, and were tall, while the youngest son had black hair, dark eyes, and was short. The father eventually took ill and was lying on his deathbed when he turned to his wife and said, "Honey, before I die, be totally honest with me - is our youngest son my child?" The wife replied, "I swear on everything that's holy that he is your son." With that the husband passed away. The wife then muttered, "Thank God he didn't ask about the other three."

Death Of The Old Andrew T. Mills...
hold on to me love you know i can't stay long all i wanted to say was i love you and i'm not afraid can you hear me? can you feel me in your arms? holding my last breath safe inside myself are all my thoughts of you sweet raptured light it ends here tonight i'll miss the winter a world of fragile things look for me in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree (come find me) i know you hear me i can taste it in your tears holding my last breath safe inside myself are all my thoughts of you sweet raptured light it ends here tonight closing your eyes to disappear you pray your dreams will leave you here but still you wake and know the truth no one's there say goodnight don't be afraid calling me calling me as you fade to black

Death Report
In my profession we often times hear about a fellow wrestler that has been injured and sometimes in a fatal accident.This was not the case this past Monday night (6-25-07) when Chris Benoit(WWE Superstar) was found dead.He was found along with his wife Nancy Benoit and his young son Daniel Benoit.Chris Benoit will always be remembered in the hearts of wrestlers and fans as a true icon.Although Chris Benoit and his family was found dead his memory will live on forever by the WWE name and shows.Chris Benoit 1967-2007 may he rest in peace.

Death Ye Know Me Well
you came to me once, i was but a child. you came to me twice, i was 14 years old. you came for me thrist, i was 19 years old. so many times you have come yet you turned away. atleast 20 times, these past 4 years, but each time you have been denied. but now im tired of dodging, its time to rest in your arms. take me away, my will be done. the fight in me is gone. dont want to keep on, time is hear, clame your prize, because life serves me purpose no more

Death Becomes Her
I have not been inspired to write a poem since 2000 when I wrote my other posted poem “The Princess Warrior and The King” for a friend. This poem is for my girl, Something Diabolical@ CherryTAP, who's name on her last two profiles that she had to delete was Death Becomes Her........ Malinda, this is a magical, spiritual and symbolic story of the circumstances in your life when you found my blogs, learned to love yourself and feel alive again. I remember on your first profile you had pics for Tripp, and I assumed that he was a big part of your life and I know you have a special girl in your life too. You have overwhelmed me with your love and respect. Your comments, your salute to me that I had to find impressed me so much and the appreciation of who I am is all I could ever ask for. The fact that you love what I do to help others and that you want to be a part of it and that you want your girlfriend to be a part of it is something that inspires me to do it even more. I really

Death Beneath Love
My Life is doomed,I dont know what to do, I have no choice,Just leave the room, but when you came, you light up my way. and open up a gate to stay. At first I thought that this is the day, because i found my prince today, for my heart is bursting and trying toclaim, that for once I had someone to rely on to. And then one day,an accentric stranger came, with horns and fire on his face, we tried to scape but we never did, because a monster was trying to lead. When I woke up I saw his face, with blood and tears all over the place, I saw him lying and not breathing, so I decided to come with him The knife killed my body and soul, even though I know up to now that my love for him will always vow, he will always be a part of my life.

Death Of A Wwe Star
FAYETTEVILLE, Ga. (AP) -- WWE wrestler Chris Benoit, his wife and son were found dead Monday and police said they were investigating the deaths as a homicide. Lt. Tommy Pope of the Fayette County Sheriff's Department said the three were found at their home about 2:30 p.m., but refused to release details. ADVERTISEMENT Pope said results of autopsies on Benoit, his wife Nancy, and 7-year-old son Daniel were expected Tuesday. Benoit, 40, was a former world heavyweight champion, Intercontinental champion and held several tag-team titles over his career. "WWE extends its sincerest thoughts and prayers to the Benoit family's relatives and loved ones in this time of tragedy," the federation said in a statement on its Web site. Benoit was scheduled to perform at the "Vengeance" pay-per-view event Sunday night in Houston, but was replaced at the last minute because of what announcer Jim Ross called "personal reasons." Benoit, a Canadian native, maintained a home i

Death
Death The word most fear And all shall obtain Some sooner than others Some not soon enough For me it's closer I can end it like "that" No one cares I'm just another loser I'll stand up on the chair With a noose hanging from a hook The hook imbeded into the ceiling I star up at the noose Tightly weaved and about 1/4 IN thick With just one kick of the chair My life is over My eyes have seen too much The bled the tears Yet they still see My veins have bled blood For the many years The red stains on my arm Become crust-like It dries and slows You try to stop me Its no use You come close I'll just pull my foot And fall I warn you You start crying Praying for me to quit this Hoping this is just a facade You are wrong I start counting from 5-1 You know see that I'm serious You want to come near But know it will be fatal No matter what you do it's over 5...I look at the tears 4...The sadness on your face looks painful 3...I begin to spea

Death Of Children
Yesterday was a very sad day in our household. First thing in the morning, we found out that a 14yo girl that was in my sons class was found murdered, near their school.She was stabbed several times and suffered blunt force trauma to the head. She was a beautiful and loving girl. And in another small town near us another young girl was found dead. WTF...is going on in peoples heads???..How could anyone take the life of a child so brutally?? She is the 3rd friend my son has lost since he was 10, hes 14 now. No child should be put thourgh such sadness and despair, wonder. I had four teenagers in my home yesterday just talking about her. Which in many ways help. Last night the local high schools hosted a pool party for incoming freshman. My son and his friends left early because of the damper mood, due to the death of this young girl. Parents..I know each of you love your children and would do anything to keep them from harm. Please..know where they are at all times..make them feel l

Deathly Demonic
i stand here feeling all neglected was i ever loved? for now i am standing all alone in the midst of all this happiness there is one unhappy soul me with the pain of being forgotten with the humiliation of being left once again but why? why should i feel humiliation and pain? you are the ones who should be hurting, not me for i was always just, always kind never had a hurtful word for anybody but when you hurt me i hurt back keep that in mind for the next time you make such a stupid decision here i am increasing the dose as the days go by for i love i love so much that it hurts to breathe when i wasn't with him as i do now for he loves me unlike you, he cares he takes care of me when i cry he doesn't avoid my gaze like you do he takes me into his arms and waits until the storm subsides he whispers that it's going to be alright because he's here to stay hoave you ever once thought to do anything like that? have you actually ever thought that of you actually c

Death In Family
on june 11th my cousin holly angel hopkins was hit and killed by a drunk driver walking home from her job in eldon missouri she was 23 years old and had a daugther that was a year old and now she dont have her mommy there with her thanks to the people that hit her what i dont get why does people drive and drink? bc they dont have anything better to do with there time drive drunk and hit and kill people while they drink well anyways me and my cousin was very close to eachother and when she had a problem i was there for her and now i aint now thanks to those people who killed her and i hope they live with this nightmare for the rest of there lives thank you again for killing my cousin and hope you people read this that drinks and drive and i hope when you get pulled over they take your licencs from you respond back to this and let me know what you thing bout drunk drivers R.I.P HOLLY ANGEL HOPKINS BORN 10-14-83 DIED 06-11-07 WELL ALL MISS YOU

Death Is Near.
Angel of death, come to me here. For sweet death I can feel is near. Destroy my spirit, burn my soul. Advenge my death, turn my body to coal. And as the children laugh, and as the children play. Let them know no fear. For the icy fingers of death, I can feel are near.

Death Of A Salesman
Death of a Salesman Veteran Pillsbury spokesperson, the Pillsbury Doughboy, died yesterday of a severe yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Captain Crunch, and many others. The graveside was piled high with flours as longtime friend Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man whom "never knew how much he was kneaded." Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he was still (even as a crusty old man) considered to be a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his second wife, Play Dough, their two children and one in the oven. The funeral was held at 3:50

Death
Sorry I haven't been around everyone. My Father passed away last Saturday and it's been very difficult. Also sadly following very closely to the sudden death of Bob's Mom this has been a truly horrific time in our lives. They were both very unexpected. And only a week and a half apart. His internment is Friday and will hopefully give some closure to this whole trying ordeal. I will gladly close the chapter in this book. I really can't say anything about my Dad right now that wont make me cry like a baby except to let you know that he was one of the best and I miss him terribly already. I will always be Daddy's little girl in my heart and can only hope now that he smiles down upon me from heaven. I have to be strong for my Mother now so I must not dwell. Girly glitter comments from www.GirlyTags.com

Death By Infatuation By Jöseph Lee Foster-shumpert-lear, 2007
Death by Infatuation by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 2007 Published 11 June 2007 :: Poetry Read more by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear Death by Infatuation my heart is dying from captivity far from thee for now darkness seeps into my veins chilling my every cell destroying the warmth your arms once gave me memory fails me releasing the love once i held for thee fore thine face thine voice are but mere shadow of the woman i once knew Where upon this place where all time is lost Where all love turns to hate Where upon all feeling is dulle as the senses leave and are replaced by death for once a man in love i was to be forever more but that love left me slashing mine veins mine heart with the icyness of hate maring all mine wishes all mine dream releasing mine spirit unto this hell this world where I am without ur arms to warm me your voice to comfort me leaving me to discover mine nightmare come true fore i am forced unto a lif

Death
Well, I got the phone call at 1:15 this morning. The phone call that I knew was coming but that did not make it any easier to accept. My mom called me to tell me that my grandmother had just died. She was diagnosed with final stage leukemia of the spine about 2 months ago. The doctors said that she had 2 weeks to 2 months left and she made it to the 2 month mark. My mom had to put her in a nursing facility that could be sure to take care of all of the medical needs that would arise so she brought her down to florida and put her in one not to far from her house. My mother went and visited her daily and took care of everything that was needed. We were told Sunday night that she had 1 to 2 weeks left. I drove over to my mothers yesterday so that I could go and see my grandmother for one last time. She had a fever and was not waking up from the pain meds but they said we probably had a few days left. We were there til about 1:30. I left my mothers house to come home at 4 and at 5:15

Death As We Know It
I wish I could end it all. To cease this bleak existence, and live no more. Kill my body and my soul. Cause I don't want to live anymore. Death the greatest joy. That will never come. It seems that we search for pleasure between life and death. Yet pleasure never comes. So I search for nothing. Nothing seems like it's worth searching for anymore. No one to love and no one to hold. Makes my life so cold. So that now I feel old. I feel as if I no soul. So now I must go.Please leave me alone. So that I won't hurt anyone any more. Kill me or I will kill myself. So I won't be in anyone's way. I leave you now, as the bullet enters my heart. Death as I know it has now begun. Look at this sweet beyond. Nothing here is wrong, all is right. This is what I was missing in my life. Peace that pleasant thing I have never know, has come to me. Come to me you sweet peace, and hold me in your tender arms tonight. So that I may find happy. Happiness that thing I wanted so bad while I was alive. Has fi

Death Again..
Oh SHIT what a week... Sorry if I don't respond to you quickly... but I lost a girlfriend to Cancer Fri 7/6/07 and this a.m. 7/8/07 I lost my grandfather... Both of these people were at the end of their lives... I knew it ahead of time... Linda my girlfriend had been fighting cancer for 6 years.... She was 53. My grandfather has had Alzheimer's, he was 1/4th of the man that he used to be... frail... didn't know anyone... He was 86. I have a 'viewing' for Linda Monday night... her funeral Tues a.m.... my mom isn't doing a funeral for my grandpa which is leaving me a bit lost... I feel like I should be in CA giving her and the family support but if they're not converging for anything then how do I do it? Damn... what a week...

Death
DEATH is all knowing quiet patient timely and inevitable DEATH is a promise to be unbroken unspoken and unknown DEATH is an orgasm working its way to the inevitable explosion implosion bringing screams tears moans cries and that last sigh DEATH is... PROOF of LIFE

Death Penalty
Something I've always noticed, but never really spoke out about. Fat chicks with small tits should be executed on sight. You're fat.. this means you have an over abundance of body weight. How do you have small tits? It's not natural. I mean you would have to be completely tit free if you weren't fat. Something wrong there. Fat chicks only have a few redeeming qualities to make up for their rolls. Cute face, good blowjobs, and CURVES. Curves include wide round hips, bubble asses, and big tits. Get with the program.

Death
Do not cry for the dead, for tears do not return them to life. Pain and disappointment are things of the past. If you must shead tears, let them flow for the living. They are the ones that greave, and need you help to over come the pain of living on.

Death In Family
DEAR FRIENDS,FAMILY AND FANS,I MAY NOT BE ON CHERRYTAP MUCH,EVERYTHING IS UP IN THE AIR,WE HAD A DEATH IN THE FAMILY JUST THIS MORNING,I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW,PLEASE PRAYERS AND SUPPORT ARE NEEDED.

Death Wish
Take a knife and slit my wrist wathch the blood drip with a heavenly bliss as my eye start to grow heavy as they close a sigh of relief and a smile also the hope to never wake up again but ahh there lies the problem I do and when i wake i'm reminded by the pain of scares and why it hurts to LIVE!!!!!!!! copywrite by Malinda D

Death Penalty Pt 2.. Attention Whores
A woman posts a picture of her in an extremely revealing top. Exposing copious amounts of cleavage. Her comment states "if I get too many 'nice tits' comments I'm taking this down". Don't show it, if you don't want guys to mention it. If you're that snobby about attention on the internet, put a fucking shirt on, not a scrap of cloth that reveals more flesh than it covers. "Waaah it's my body, I should be able to show what I want without having to deal with guys making perverted comments about it." Dream on hooker, dream the fuck on.

Death
the dead of night. the angel of death comes. his icey cold breath clam's you. takeing you in to the darkness. the black hole of death take's you. untill you find out which way you go. go untill heaven or hell. the sweet touch of god's hand. to the painful kiss of the devil. goinf to the fild's of green gress. or to the hot pits of fire. will in walk in the stressts of gold. for be giveing to the unforgiveing flams. will i got to heaven or hell. we will never know. untill death takes me away.

Death Not Being The Way
I held the knife so close to my heart. Like a foolish child I sat and I cried, Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried. Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground. Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed: "To those who don't care, to those who can't see, Never Give up always thrive to be free." Didn't know how many people would later cry. "Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way." Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could. Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would. In tears, looked at the blue sad day. When you come and see this pool of blood and me, This isn't the way my life was meant to be.

Death
I do not think life is a sentence that ends with an exclamation point, question mark or period. Rather, I think it drops off with a ..... and then changes into some other form of life (be it spiritual or physical). From death to fertilizer for something entirely new..... now is that not that a nice equation? It sure makes life easier when I remember that for every inch we fall, we are given an extra inch to grow. This is why, to the hushing and discouragement of so many around me, I always say, “Do what you will with your life.” If you need to cheat and steal to learn about Truth, then take to the mall with your dirty five-finger discount. The one concrete thing about life is that its laws are universal and its lessons indiscriminate. Newton called it his third law. Buddha called it karma. Bruce Willis called it revenge. The Bible says we reap of what we sow. I say, “play with a ball of string and you may very well become tied up, but half the fun is in being knotted up, while the othe

Death Of A Patient :(
So as many of you know, I work in a pharmacy, matter of fact I work in a number of pharmacies. I'm on y way to getting my doctorate in pharmaceuticals and becoming a Pharmacist to further my career in medicine, and at this point am what you would consider a Senior Tech at my home store, and a Trainer for the district. I've only been there since August, but since then I've made a lot of friends, a lot of patients who have come to know me as "their Tech." Living in a small town, I know what's going on with their children, their lives, how they are, what's coming around the corner, things of that nature, and truly, as much as I work, they become a part of your life. One of my patients passed on today. I took it hard because well, he was perhaps oen of the most unique patients I've had. His wife, always picked up his prescriptions and despite all that she was going through, she was just the sweetest of ladies. I hadn't seen her in weeks, and she came by today. When I brought her p

Death & Darkness
LIKE SIT MY ROOM THINK ABOUT DEATH HOW COOL IT WOULD BE TO DIE. SOMETIMES WOULD DAY DREAM ABOUT KILLING MY SELF WONDER WHO WOULD CARE THAT I WAS GONE WHO WOULDN'T. TO BAD WE CAN'T KILL ARE SELF'S AND THEN COME BACK TO LIFE! RATHER LIVE IN DARKNESS THAN THE LIGHT, SEE SO MUCH MORE IN THE DARK THAN YOU DO IN THE LIGHT! LIKE BEING GOTHIC PEOPLE TREAT YOU SO MUCH BETTER THAN TRYING BE SOMEONE UR NOT!! GOTHIC,VANPIRES,PEOPLE WORSHIP THE DEVIL, THERE SO MUCH COOLER THAN YOU THINK, JUST DEPPENDS WHAT YOU BELEAVE IN!!

Death Cab For Cutie - Crooked Teeth
It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree, Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall. And I knew I'd made horrible call, And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall, And there was no doubt about which side I was on. Cause I built you a home in my heart, With rotten wood, it decayed from the start. Cause you can't find nothing at all, If there was nothing there all along. No you can't find nothing at all, If there was nothing there all along. I braved treacherous streets, And kids strung out on homemade speed. And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep, At all. Cause at night the sun in retreat, Made the skyline look like crooked teeth, In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both. You're so cute when you're slurring your speech, But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave. And you can't find nothing at all, If there was nothing there all along. No you can't find nothing a

Death Premonitions
Each time someone I know has passed away, somewhere from five years to the day prior to the death of the individual, I have seen their demise. Not only did I see the actual death of the individual, but there were two of them that I actually had conversations with. As I said, this would happen prior to the passing of the individual. I can't predict the time or place, and with the exception of one person all the individuals that I have seen die were relatives. To give you an example: I had a cousin who was killed in a car accident a few years ago. Two years, roughly, before the accident, in a dream, I was standing next to a road, and I saw a car coming toward me, the car locked up the brakes, the driver lost control, hit an embankment, rolled, and landed right side up. I then went over to see if the driver was okay, only to find that a piece of the car was sticking through him and that he was physically mangled. I didn't know who the person was, but we talked for a few minutes about wha

Death Letter Part 2
This can’t be happening You can’t be gone I need you so I can live You took your life And I’m broken Emptiness fills my soul Feeling like I can’t go on Oh please just take my life Take me away Take me to where you are Why did you have to go this far? Why did you have to resort to this? You’ve left my heart shattered In pieces on the floor Now I feel a part of me has gone I feel like you’ve taken my soul You say not to cry But my tears fall like the rain Thoughts of you fill my head I can’t stop thinking about you Finding out how much I miss you The one I loved, the one I couldn’t be without If only I could turn back time Turn it back so you were here with me But I all I see is the faint vision The sound of your footsteps next to me I only want to hear your voice again But you’re gone, never to return (Chorus) Throwing your life away Throwing everything you had away Not thinking about how I would feel I will never see you again Hear your voice ag

Death Of A Special Pet
This morning was like any Sunday morning, relaxing, sleeping in ... it's my "Saturday" and both cats, wanted their breakfast and petting time..then Trouble, the big grey tabby that I have a picture of in my photo section - was outside chilling and watching the world go by like he has done every day for the past 5 1/2 years I had him. I puttered around the house, Pumpkin, my little tiny calico hanging out with me and then I checked on Trouble who was sitting on the sidewalk in the shade. He was a neighborhood favorite - he greeted everyone, people would stop and point out at the 32 pound friendly cat sitting there....he was quite the celebrity... Then an hour goes by, I'm getting ready to head back down 60 miles south to San Diego to hang with Ellen, my oldest friend since 6th grade! Her beloved dog, Sabbath, just got diagnozed with stage 4 cancer and not much time left for him, so her I was coming down to cheer her up and now we're cheering each other up. A bang on my front d

Death In My Family
I was sitting here, when I heard the phone ring. I reached over, and picked it up. I saw on the caller ID that it was my mom. Okay, that's weird...she was just here this morning. I answered the phone. me "hey mom" mom "great grandma died" me "what? we were just talking about her" mom "I know. she died about 20 minutes ago" me "wow, okay..." mom "i'll talk to you later, I have to call everyone else" me "k, bye mom" mom "bye" My great-grandmother, a widow of the past 16 years, died today at the age of 99 years old! I'm in shock. When I was young, my great grandmother and I were fairly close. She would tell me stories about her life growing up while she played with my hair. I loved my great grandmother so much. As she aged, she devoloped Altzheimerz. She got to the point where she was mean to everyone, and then where she didn't know anybody. So while my mom was here this morning, she recieved a call on her cell phone and told me to write down the name Jenni

Death
ravaged slowly the cancer eats her alive tumors spreading all throughout devouring the person I love desintegrating her life in one final swoop her breasts, her head, her throat, her lungs makes it hard for her to breathe every breath a struggle slowly leading to her last the fight is over, and it has won The cancer has claimed another one dedicated to my aunt, Trilbia Diane august 14, 1965- august 14, 2007 R.I.P I love you

Death
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the sparkle in the snow. I am the shredded leaves that blow. I am the sunlight on growing grain. I am the gentle summer rain. I am the quiet bird at night. Circling about; Taking flight. So do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.

Death Of Superman
I think they should take all the comic books that talk about the death of superman, no mater what seris, and put them in cronilogical order in one hard cover book for sale. I dont mean changing anything, just taking the isues that talk of death of superman in any way and then reprinting them in a hard cover book, pics and all. like a special colletors edition. what do you think? why?? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~RIP SUPERMAN~

Death And Sexual Offenses...
Dead people are getting easier to deal with, but today, I had a call regarding sexual offenses of a particularly sadistic nature of a young girl. I felt extremely awful as I basically forced the girl's mother to explain the situation. My stomach churned. Inexplicable rage bubbled within me. A terrible thing, caring for the welfare of people you don't know... I'll finish this later, but take a quick note: if you have children, be involved in their lives. If you don't have children, don't "have sex" with other people's minor children.

The Death Of Me
The Death of Me Everything you could have been Everything you'll be. Everything you dream about And everything you see. All the times you feel so much And times you let them go. Times you thought you wanted love And times you'll never know. Parts of you, you cannot hide Parts I'll never see. Parts that want to be alone And parts you share with me. All these things that make you whole I love like no one could. And this is why I dream of you In ways a lover would. For friends is not enough for me I know that it's been a year. But love has grown to more than this Despite my greatest fears. Take a look behind these eyes And see the death of me. The love I feel for my best friend Though he will never see.

Death Of The Living Dead
The sadness brings the clouds down low and raindrops to the sky the darkness streaks the start of night and tears fallen from their eyes. The hardwood coffin bears my name and date of death so told Inside's my broken body Dead and chilled with cold I'm carried down to earthy grave Upon the shoulders of my friends The blood still seeping through the cracks As they walk another bend Lower me into the ground The thud of clay to wood My shaking hands scratched off my skin I'd call out if I could My breath is shallow and hard pressed Soon I'll be out of air The poison paralysed my heart Don't do this, it's not fair Above ground flowers on my grave They're dead and without love My headstone's a small angel Choking the life from a dove I'm fading, giving up my hope Relax, my time has come Remember though when you are judged He will know what you've done

Death Sentence
*********Warning!!! This Won't Be Nice************ I was happy to hear today that Jessica Lunsford's killer (John Couey) has been sentenced to die. This is great news to me. I was afraid that his claim of being mentally challenged would keep him from getting the death sentence. Thank God it didn't. The fucker wasn't too mentally challenged that he couldn't plan the kidnapping, molesting, and killing of this poor innocent child. Now what I would really enjoy is having the opportunity to be the one to execute this nasty fucker. I'd like to first find a really big tree limb and shove it in his ass. Rape him continuously......I should mention this would be done after I cut his dick off with a very dull pair of child's scissors. I'd like to make small cuts all over his body then pour rubbing alcohol all over his body. Then put his tortured body in a trash bag and bury him alive. I wonder how long he would last? Just think of how much money I would save the taxpayers by doi

Death Comes Softly
Sunshine drips little drops into these lonly spots ease my mind slow my breath you are what some call death appear as light to me so bright blind my eyes you're so intense i walk along and cannot see But i know what lies ahead of me an afterlife, eternal song it never ends, at dusk or dawn ease my body into the grave for my soul has not been saved doomed to walk the earth anew knowing that it will never be through. Copyright:Chantal Plummer

Death In Wait
darkness falls no end in sight forget the pain shut out the light my pulse quickens as time draws near yet i know not what it is i fear do i give up? or fight to the end of my misteaks my soul cannot mend at last he comes my earthly time over body turns to ashes grave covered in clover Copyright: Chantal Plummer

Death Trap
Don't fall too deep Into the death trap There is nothing to gain And everything to lose You get attached To people you don't know Only to get hurt For their stupid show Your mind gets boggled With thoughts that aren't there Your heart gets crushed Just so they can snicker The internet is my trap Just like many others Do not fall too deep Into your death trap

Death Is An Evil Thing When It Happens To Someone You Love.
Well, it wasn't bad enough that I lost my best friend of almost 20 years to Hurricane Katrina, but now, 3 days before the anniversary of her death, her 16 yr old daughter was killed in a auto accident. I got the news last night of what happened earlier that day. Three in the truck, NONE wearing seatbelts. All thrown from the truck. My best friend's daughter died at the scene. Her friend lost a leg. And the third, a boy, I'm not real sure what happened to him but I think he survived. This girl was like my own. I was there from the time she was born till the time she died. ::small grin of a memory:: She used to call me her Aunt Mel and told me she couldn't go see The Passion of the Christ cuz it was all in Hebrew. WTF is wrong with these teenagers that they think they're invincible?? Her mother ALWAYS made her wear a seatbelt. Did she think she could just stop since her mom is no longer here?? It's been 2 yrs since my friend's death and I haven't even grieved yet. I'm still numb over it.

The Death Of Me.
My insides are slowly dying. My wife(who was bipolar and didn't find out till 6yrs ago but that explained alot of things to me) was an extremely jelous person. She wanted all and I do mean all my attention. I gave up trying to have friends because of it. Now the she has died, I find myself with no life and 3 teenagers. I am a land surveyor so I don't work with women very often. I don't go to clubs. Hell I don't really go out at all. I am not a bar person. So all I am is alone typing something no one will read anyway. Fun how things work out. Well hell atleast there is always porn. My kids are 15,14, and 13 so they all hate each other so that's always fun. I think the day the all move out is probably the day I will die. Seems like my luck.

Death; Friendship; Eternal Peace
God sends angels in many forms, To break the waves and weather the storms, God had a very different plan for you, And He took you from us when He knew you were through, We felt it was too early, that you were so young, Only sixteen, but your job here was done. You were such a warm spirit, a smile so sweet, You touched the hearts of all you did meet. Your untimely passing took us all by surprise, We could not keep the tears from our eyes. I miss you so much, still to this day, You were such a good friend in so many ways, I wrote this poem as a tribute to you, For all that you did and all you would do. You were one of God's angels, now you are gone, Because He wanted you with Him, so he called you on home. This poem is for anyone who has lost a young member of their family or a close friend. May God bless each of these families and may their souls rest in eternal peace.... Donna R. Brown Forrest Copyrighted May 4, 2006

Death Of Common Sense
My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance, for Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations. Obituary for Common Sense Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge). His health began to deteriorate r

Death
Marking that the time between July and November is full of death in my family. My grandmother passed in July, My 2 uncles in August, My Grandson and granddaughter in September, My Grandfather in November not all in one year mind you, but still seems late summer and fall are death times for my family. Sad anniversaries. Depressing times.

Death Of An Old Man
He was very old. His body didn't work right anymore, and he was always tired. One night as he slept, a soft white light filled his room. He awoke and saw the most beautiful Lady he had ever seen standing at the foot of his bed. "Who are you?" he asked. "Death," she answered quietly. "Death? I never thought Death would be so beautiful! I've always pictured you as some kind of monster." The Lady smiled. "You fear Death only because you do not remember it. Just as you fear Life, because you do not remember it. Come walk with me, and be at peace." He got out of bed and walked over to her. She took his hand, and he looked back at the bed. His body was lying there. It wasn't moving. "It's quite a shock, isn't it?" she said. "Am I ... dead?" "Completely. Come with me." They walked out of the house, hand in hand, and he noticed that their steps were falling on air, with nothing beneath them but the night. "Where are we?" he asked. "You'll see in a mome

Death! Rip Luig!! We Miss You!
RIP LUIG DEATH CAME OH TOO QUICK! Death came And now our homey is gone. Death took The one of the coolest friends around. Death cares about nothing at all Death thinks of only the pain it causes. Death happens oh too quick. Death came And tore our hearts apart. Death took his dreams of a family Death cares about the tears that fall. Death thinks our misery is it's muse. death happens oh too quick Death came and now we must move on Death took our will to hold Death cares whether it drags you down or not Death thinks we can let go But sometimes Death Happens OH To Quick RIP LUIG WE ALL LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!!

Death Is Always An Eye Opener
My thought for today This morning I woke up to a VM from my mom apologizing for forgetting my bday AND that my "dad's" funeral was on my bday..... WTF? She didn't even tell me he DIED! I guess she said she sent it in a text, but for one WHO SENDS NEWS OF A DEATH OVER TEXT!! She should've call me...... :( Anyways, so his funeral was yesterday and I missed it.... I could've been there too. I don't know what worse, the fact I didn't know or the fact that if I did know, I could've.... no... SHOULD'VE been there. I hadn't seen him in a while... you never know when people are going to go. Everbody always thinks about time as infinite. Then somebody dies. You rethink everything, and realize that it's not. But everybody knows that thought doesn't last forever... after a few weeks or months you go back into the same thought of infinite time........ He wasn't ready yet. I know people think he is in a better place, but he wasn't an unhappy person. Not around me at least. He was alwa

Death Of Another Dream
A death of another dream slowly fades, with the charades of idiocy still echoing in my ear. A dark and lonely fear fills the single crimson tear that traces emptiness along my cheek. What sweet, sweet pain driving me insane, DRIVING ME SLOWLY OUT OF MY MIND! take a breath, don't be week Words I weave from up my sleave but the magic has become hard to retrieve as sustenence is from a diseased breast suckled by an infant deprived of rest. And I, I walk alone as before as a shell of a man wanting more, but will never have it.

Death
Sometimes it seems like the only way out When there is no one else to turn to Death is there waiting with open arms Ready to take you back into the sea of souls You wish upon a star A wish that will never be granted Yet you believe a miracle can happen But in the end nothing occurs A cold wind blows tonight Flowing through the open window Entering deep down into your being As a terrible sleep overtakes you And you find yourself no longer able to hold on Instead you find your life fading away With your last breath Sadness A weakness It leads you to do unthinkable things All for what? Just a moment of happiness? I plunge this sword into my heart In hopes that it may set me free No one is there for you You have no one at your side Nor behind you You’re all alone In this world But in the next Death will be there for you Accept your fate Some were meant to succeed Others to fail You were meant to die Once upon a time Your life came to an end

Deathcab For Cutie - I Will Follow You Into The Dark
... ok a little cheezy but i like the song sorry ... Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If heaven and hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black And I held my toungue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back If heaven and hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry

Death Wish (1996)
Destiny trails last in it's place and memories burn with no trace listen to me closely and watch in vain see the tears fall deep within close your eyes open your heart see my dreams of lace; the Web of Life Fear the widow her venom is harsh her bite cuts deep and leaves phantom scars Touch your soul save your own kind slice my wrist I am the damned dream the knife to be clean with lies and look into my swollen bloody eyes Visualize the spirit dancing upon the fire Invisible dancer, dance free as the liar criticize my play catch the stained tears pound on my heart i've been doing this for years only time has changed and please I beg of you slay this empty soul for me so I may say adieu

Death Is The Most Unbelievable Pain
Wow I just got back from being with my cousins and uncle...This pain is so unreal...I lost my aunt who I concidered to be a mother figure to me today...To have seen her layin in her bed till 6pm when she passed at 1:54pm...that was so hard...To see the pain in my uncles eyes and my cousins was the worst feeling...I know what its like to lose your mother...I lost my mother 8yrs ago in a car accident and now I lose her...This numb feeling of disbief...wow I know they say God will only give you what you can handle but wow how much is enough? This year by far is one of the worst ever. This week I have 2 funerals my cousin and my aunt....my heart is aching like crazy and I feel so helpless and cant even find the right words to tell my cousins or my niece(cousins daughters)...even thou I went threw what they are going threw you never know what to say. Once again to everyone that has taken the time to read this and all about my dad...I thank you for all your prayers and emails...God B

Death By Hunger
Death by hunger, thats what I promised. Crawling home, to escape from this. But there is no escape. Starving to change fate. I've made my mistakes. And she used her stake. Right into the pit of my belly. And now for the irony. This is worst than it sounds. Cause I swollowed my heart, before you could gobble it down. And now................I crawl home...... To the belly of a boiling cauldron. Digesting my own heart as I crawl on. To the place where love is born Where I mend my heart when torn. And start over finding someone new To seduce into my Vampiric Brew! J. Koblitz

Death
today was my first day working security in a huge hotel. the day started with my batterie dying as I got to work. then as i was taking a tour of the hotel, a guest of the hotel died in my arms. I saw him joking around with a friend of his, turned to us (a co-worker who was giving me the tour) once they parted, and started asking a question, then grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it, grabbed his chest and fell over on me, i fell to the floor with him on top of me. I kept my calm as thats who i am in intense situations, help arrived, Neither i or security could find a pulse.. paramedics arrived and pronounced him DOA. I never had anyone die in my arms before. He was so young and died of a heart attack. I stayed the rest of the day.. if I left early when HR and my manager were trying to tell me to go, I wouldnt be able to come in again.. so I stayed. Im just so saddned by this experience. to see the fear and pain in his eyes and they fixated on mine. till i saw his life leav

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Death
DEATH By: MHG a.k.a Proud Mary There is something about the unknown that is always a mystery Dare you go? Take a step into the world of animosity? Death and birth, heaven and hell, dark and light Fear and courage, goodness and evilness, blindness and sight Death it is I choose to tackle, for death it is we must face A destiny that each must soon allow to be in a permissible place Ah, the splendor of it all, the tunnel and the light It is a liberty that no one dares to take a bite Is it fear or is it guilt? Is it the superficial world we dare not leave? What hinders and impedes the nippy journey we will all achieve? The enemy of ones self is himself, the conflict is from within You War against yourself, a battle where no one can win in Let me speak of death in luminosity, for in it I see radiance A freedom unimaginable, almost in its brilliance I speak of it with exhilaration no human heart can comprehend Death is living;

Death Took Him Fast
THIS IS TO MY GREAT GRAND FARTHER HE PASSED AWAY TODAY MY MOM AND I FOUND HIM HIS NAME WAS HOWAD JOHNSON AND I WANT HIM TO KNOW I LOVED HIM ILL SEE AGAIN OLD MAN. WE ALL KNOW DEATH COMES AND GOES BUT YOU NEVER NOTICE TILL IT HITS HOME WELL TO TODAY DEATH HIT MY FAMLIY AND I KNOW IT BETTER BUT I CANT STOP THE TEARS SOME TEARS OF JOY THAT HIS PAIN AND SUFFERING ARE OVER SOME TEARS OF SADDNESS KNOWING THAT I CANT SAY THE THANGS TO YOU THAT I WANTED TO. YOU WATCH ME GROW FROM A LIL BOY TO A MAN IN THAT VERY HOUSE WHERE YOU LOST YOUR LIFE I LOVE U PAPA YOU WERE MORE THAT MY GREATGRAND PA YOU WERE MY DAD WHEN I HAD NONE YOU WATCH ME WHEN MY MOM WAS AT WORK BUT NOW I DONT WANT TO DO WITHOUT YOU. JUST LIKE THE WIND DEATH CAN BE CUS MOM SAW YOU THIS MORING AND I SAW LAST WEEK AND NOW NO MORE TIMES WE CAN DRINK TOGETHER NO MORE TALKS BOUT LIFE AND YOUR GREAT GREAT GRAND KIDS I HAVENT CRIED IN A LONG TIME BUT TO DAY MANY TEARS WE DROP FOR YOU PAPA I FOUND HIM IN HIS FAVORITE CHAIR BY HI

The Deathbringer Chapter 1 ((please Coment!))
1 In the Cage Her footsteps sounded as empty as her heart and the abandoned streets she traversed. She had prayed for death for so long, she was sure it would never come. Her eyes locked upon the broken street sign which marked the entrance to Deathbringer's Alley. She clutched her ahgrimorah to her chest as she stepped into the shadows. Almost immediately, she heard what sounded like a great bird swooping overhead. She gulped, digging her nails into the book's leather binding. She bit her lip and started to turn around, just as he landed in front of her. "Good evening," he said in a growling barritone. He bowed and cocked his head to the side. "I am Vicosh," he smiled widely, exposing his already un-sheathed fangs, "your Deathbringer." She squinted hard, finding it difficult to adjust to the blinding light. She heard pounding footsteps stomp toward her. A loud metal-on-stone scraping caused her to grasp her ears in agony. The sound of her own breath barely drow

Death
One day We all will face death We’ll look it dead in the face As we take our last breath. Some people take their own lives And others just dream But one thing you fail to realize is that Behind every person there is a supporting team. When you think of killing yourself Think of the ones you love And how they’ll feel When you’re getting judged up above. You think that you are worthless Just a low down piece of dirt Well some people feel your pain They feel your hurt. The ones that try to help you You push them away But just try talking to them Ask them to stay. W all have out victories And we all have out losses But let’s just make like Eminem And clean out our closets. When you go to try and kill yourself Think of all the people you will hurt Nobody wants to see you in a box And six feet under dirt. You may think That nobody cares about you But whether you like it or not I do.

Death In The Family
As all of you know I try to say hi to all my friends everyday.... Today has been a very mixed emotion al day. I have just been told that someone close ...who has been batteling cancer for some time has just passed away.So to all the friends i didnt manage to say hey to today ... justso ya know i am still thinking of ya and I hope you have a great Wed. Touch the Darkness @ DarkCasket.com Touch the Darkness @ DarkCasket.com

Death
For some it's sad and bad. Others use it as a way out from life. Cuase they couldn't bare how someone cared. Hard to compare it's not rare. When's the last time you cared about life. Not that rare when you think fare. Try to copmare death with suicide. Is it fare or just rare you compare.

The Death Of Poetry
Nobody does poetry anymore. All the good metaphors are taken. The coffee houses now serve chai. Guitars rule the stage, Inspired by fuzzy legged women. And I find it sad. I've met the beat poets, And yes, they were jerks. That was their right. I've met the coyboy poets. Out on the range, Coffee you can chew, good stuff. The coffee houses now serve chai. I've been the guerrilla poet. No mic, street theater, raw entertainment. I've been the warrior poet. My body a map of scars, The pathways of my life. Nobody does poetry anymore. Why quote Shakespeare when there's M.T.V.? The coffee houses now serve chai. What's up with that? I'm still a poet. Because I don't know what else to be. The empty page still calls my name, As does the empty stage. I am poet, Read my words. I am poet, Hear my voice. I am poet, Buy my books. (Just kidding.) I am poet, Know this, Even when I drink chai. August

Death Killed Me
Distraught, depressed, I'm hurt and angry, Torn apart with shattered dreams and a broken heart, As the days break and the mornings bloom, I see no light only darkness and gloom. This broken heart I can nurse no more For it is in pieces, shattered on the floor, Please god, hear my cry and heed my call, Show me the way or show me the door, Ive had enough, I cant take no more. So this is me, telling you, Telling you I want to die, knife to my wrist and gun to my head, Now you all know I wish I was dead. As the blade runs up I scream in pain, Oh my god, I sliced a vein, Now thats over there's blood on the floor, I couldn't stop cutting, So I cut more and more, I lay on my bed with a blood stained sheet, Now my death, I'm ready to meet, Wanting to die makes me glad Because its far much better than always being sad. Laying on my bed with an inch of being dead, I woke up from this dream and started to scream, I realize now That was a vision, Tha

Death
Death is a word we all have to fear No-one knows until it is near Because if I die before I awake I pray the Lord my soul to take Death is the end for what we know But I don’t believe that this is so I will be here for time on end A feeling I have my old friends do send Death is for certain there is no doubt Where will we go and what’s it about Will I be here to see my mistakes Or was my life good and I have what it takes Death is not permanent for what you believe Not understandable for most to conceive I think we’ll live on and come back here and there Scary stories we all have to share Death is ok I have once been told This I’ll believe and will help me grow old For it’s not what you fear or trouble to come It’s how you live and the good you’ve done Thomas Vern Ellison Jr. 08/28/07

Death At The Track
You here about it all the time at other tracks, people dying in a car crash or something similar. If you have ever read my profile, you will know that I am the photographer at a little dirt track south of Dallas. Doing so, I meet alot of people. Not by name, but by face. Alot of people come up to me and talk. This weekend was the last weekend of racing of the year. A special two night event that happens every year after the season is over called the black/gold shootout. Tonight, I finally saw something I never thought I ever would. A driver was killed while racing. He flipped over onto his side and was hit on the roof and it caved in on him. It ws a sad thing to see, the races was cancelled for the night and we were all told that racing would resume tomorrow night. The driver who died was a good person, he loved racing and just always seemed happy. I talked to him a couple of times and never got any negative vibes from him. I think, although this was a total accident, it was a terrible

Death
Can you see my eyes, They are the windows to my soul. Can you hear my voice, As it goes. Can you feel my touch, As it gets cold. I can no longer hear your voice, Has my hearing left. I can no longer see your face, Has my vision gone. I can no longer feel your hand, Has mine gone numb. No the problem is i am now dead

Death Of Dracula
Older Darwin Award Nominee Unconfirmed by Darwin A college student dressed up as Dracula for Halloween. As a finishing touch, he put a pine board down the front of his shirt, so he could "realistically" stick a knife into the board and pretend he was transfixed with a killing stake. He didn't consider the strength of the thin pine board when he tapped the knife in with a hammer. Propelled by the force of the hammer, the sharp knife tip split the soft pine and buried itself in his heart. He staggered from his dorm room into the party, gasping, "I really did it!" before succumbing before horrified friends lmfao WTF

Death
Death? Current mood: blank Death? what exactlly is death? is it just the end of existance? a release of pain? should we be afraid of death? or should we welcome it with arms wide open? is death really a bad thing? Now i dont know about you, but heres my take on it. do i wish for it? yes some days more then others, will i take my own life? probbly not any time soon if at all. now why do i say this? well because i look at my life and what do i see? well i see shit...no, its not my job, i actully like what i do and i get a fairly decent paycheck for an uneducated job. but money isnt the answer to every thing, money cant buy you every thing, unlike what some people think. so why do i think about death so offten? well the answer is pretty plain and simple. its i feel as if i'm all alone in life. and no i dont mean in a relationship or not, thats a whole nother issue in its self, and a story for another day. but what i'm talking about is friends .... no sure i've got friends ... but m

Death Is Only The Beginning.....
What gives people the impression that it is OKAY to break a person down so much that they feel like they have no one left in the world? What makes it okay for people to treat persons like vapor.. like they do not exist? WHat gives peeps the RIGHT to hurt others without thinking about what they are doing to others? I am BROKEN... Like an Angel without wings, or a heart without a beat... a whisper without an ear or a sail without wind....I am at the END of a nightmare that I can't wake up from, only because it is my REALITY.... People (on FUBAR) that I thought were my friends turned out to be just an ILLUSION... nothing more... (and boy, that sure is a pun if ever one!!!) But you know, that it not what hurts the most..... what hurts the most is losing the real friends that I have.... the people that I have lost that I knew BEFORE I knew fubar, and the REAL friends that I made here that were friends even away from here. I guess you think you know someone, and it is heartbreaking to fin

Death Of A Loved One, So Dear
I have lost a very dear and sweet person in my life this week. She was my mom's best friend and mine too. She was like a second mom, grandma, best friend. She passed away in the early morning hours on Tues Oct 9. She lived in Ringgold Ga. Nadine was her name, and she was the sweetest woman u have ever met. This woman would certanily given u the shirt right off her back, her last dollar, if she knew that you would be happy and safe. I always called her "Mamaw Dean" even though she was no real realtion to me..I have known her all my life. It's a tragedy that she has been taken from us so soon (only 72 years old). I will be leaving town for a couple of days to go to her funeral. So if u leave me a message or a request, comment..please bear with me until I return home. And please keep her 3 daughters and 7 grandchildren in your prayers. Thank you..Peace..Cora

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Death
My cousin just passed away. she was only 26. remember to tell your loved ones how much you care. you never know. it could be the last chance you get. spend your time wisely. and remember Live to Love and Love to Live

Death Of A Hero
Tomorrow I will lay to rest a true hero. My Dad, or in reality my step-Dad was a hero. He served in WWII and was wounded on the beaches of Normandy... He was there. He never really talked about it much, you see he was a DAV, his life after the war wasn't much to call successful in terms that most would consider successful, but he passed on to me and my family more than any amount of money could buy. In a way this is my ode to Him. He didn't have to lie, cheat, or steal to be happy with who and what he was. And He passed that to whoever would listen. I was six when Darrell came into my life. We were very poor and I lived with my Grandma with my brother who was nine at the time. Darrell was a rough man, He became an effictive bouncer where my mom was the bartender, in stockyards Okc. His way was straight forward, beit like him or not you always knew where you stood. This kind of example made me realize I could be myself and I didn't have to do, or be anything I didn't want. His life inst

Death Dragoness
Let her come to you... The end is naught But the real beginning resist and your soul will know Unrest let her find you and you both will soar beyond the deepest nights beyond unconquered depths. She's pain and joy intertwined tears and dreams personified She's never spoken and yet you've known her - who can understand the meaning of her being? Whosoever unlocks the mystery has sealed the fate of forbidden certainty hence proceed and fly away! Your heart's yearnings to be fulfilled; Your spirit's cries to rest in sanctity.

Death Of A Bleeding Heart
Another day of falling. Here I am. Waiting and waiting. But all that does is leaves me here. As it only leads to my own decay. As through this gray sky falls rain. Laying in the gloom of today. As night skies are far away. Yet oh so much will I await. For the darkness to come and awaken me. Awaken the wicked self I hide within me. During the mornings shall I succeed. Yet as night gets closer. Harder is it to hide my truth. The truth so wickid. The truth so dark. Caused by the death of my bleeding heart. That was stabbed by the knives of my past. One by one all at once. Had they pierced my beating heart. As more and more the blood spilled to the floor. And then the pain did I feel no more. As still shall my heartless soul yet roam. Roam the ground, to be wicked and empty. As the skies are crying now. The tears formed as raindrops. That fall to the ground. The ground where my bloody heart lays. Buried and bleeds no more. For the numbness has set into my soul. To shield my pain and empty

Death Cab To Kill Me
Breathe child, you are free of hate And I envy you I want to bash you to sleep And steal your peace. For I am weak and there is no rest for the wicked. And as a child the life was bludgeoned from my being All that I have left is a shell. Love me not, for I will destroy you. I know this and I hold this fact dear. I enjoy knowing I will be alone at the time of my demise. Singing suicide hymns for no one to hear. It’s alright now. Basking in the glory of defeat… Cause darling, it’s all I have left now. And secretly, subconsciously I think, I wish for nothing more than to grab your hand And pull you into the abyss with me And for you to fill this emptiness that is no longer a part of me. It IS me.

Death Comes When You Least Expect It
IM NOT WRITING THIS FOR ANY SYMPATHY JUST BECAUSE THIS BOTHERS ME.I WOKE UP YESTERDAY MORNING FEELING KINDA WEIRD.MY PHONE RANG AND MY SISTERIN LAW SAID TO ME GET UP TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT AWAY. SO I GET UP AND GO GET MY MOM. SEE MY GRANDMOTHER HAS BEEN IN A NURSING HOME FOR A WHILE. SHE WAS 95. TWO DAYS EARLIER SHE HAD FALLEN AND BROKE HER HIP.I GOT TO THE HOSPITAL AND ALL MY AUNTS WERE THERE. THE FAMILY HAS BEEN FIGHTING FOR YEARS OVER WHERE THEY ARE GOING TO LAY HER TO REST.YOU KNOW THAT IS A SAD THING WHEN THE PERSON IS NOT EVEN DEAD AND HER CHILDREN ARE FIGHTING OVER WHERE TO BURY HER. I STOOD THERE AND PRAYED THAT GOD WOULD GIVE THEM THE UNDERSTANDING THAT SHE WANTED TO BE BURIED NEXT TO THE ONLY MAN THAT SHE HAD EVER LOVED.AS WE STOOD THERE MY GRANDMOTHERS VITALS STARTED TO DROP. WE ALL KNEW SHE WAS NOT GOING TO BE WITH US FOR VERY MUCH LONGER.SHE TOOK 3 DEEP BREATHS AND THEN SHE WAS GONE. I CAN SAY MY GRAND MOTHER LIVED A LONG LIFE BUT IT IS STILL VERY HARD TO WATCH THE ONE YO

Death
Some of Sids funny conversations are not so funny, but still kind of cute. On Oct 18th my son asked meDADDY, ARE YOU GOING TO DIE? Yes, someday I will die. He started crying sayingI AM GOING TO MISS YOU WHEN YOU DIE Sid everyone dies, someday you will die.WILL GRANDPA DIE Yes grandpa will die someday too, but it is ok for them to die, son. Parents are supposed to die before their children. Someday you will have children and after you are all done raising them, teaching them the lessons that grandpa taught me and that I have taught you. It will be time for you to die, everyone dies, but when we die we will go to heaven to wait for our loved ones to come and join us. When I die I will be waiting in heaven for you!I AM GOING TO BE SO SAD WHEN YOU ARE DEAD. I AM GOING TO HAVE TWO KIDS IAM GOING TO NAME MY SON, DADDY AFTER YOU AND I AM GOING TO NAME MY DAUGHTER SIDNEY AFTER YOU TOO. I WILL TELL THEM ALL ABOUT YOU! Sid, I plan on meeting your children, because they will be my grandbabies!

The Death Waltz
The Death Waltz retold by S. E. Schlosser Within an hour of my arrival at Fort Union, my new post, my best friend Johnny came to the barracks with a broad grin and a friendly clout on the shoulder. He'd hurried over as soon as he heard I had come, and we talked 'til sunset and beyond. As soon as Johnny mentioned Celia's name, I knew he had it bad for her. To hear him talk, Celia was the most amazing woman who had ever graced God's green earth. She was the sister-in-law of the captain, and all the young men on the base were infatuated with her. Celia was the prettiest of the eligible ladies that graced Fort Union society. She liked the spice of adventure to be found so near the wilds. Johnny alternated between elation when Celia talked with him and despair when she flirted with another man. I watched their courtship from afar and was troubled. There was something about Celia that I didn't like. I never mentioned it to Johnny, but I thought she was too much of a flirt. I wishe

Death Becomes Them
Death Becomes Them by geekychick_76 © I hope you enjoy this work of fictional horror. Eveything in this story is one hundred percent fiction and in no way depicts an real event or place. It is a fantasy, not reality. * I seem to have startled you. No, I am not a doctor. I am Death. Only you can see me. I am your final comfort and your last nightmare. We have a few moments before you begin your journey. Certain, shall we say, 'requirements' that must be satisfied and are not quite complete. Pardon my rather elated demeanor for I am quite pleased tonight. Shall I tell you of my magnificent acquisitions? And how I first met them? On the other hand, would you rather? Yes, I thought you might like to hear my story. I suppose I should begin with when I first encountered Annalise. She was smothering a man with a pillow; I was there of course. Such a clever woman, I admired her immediately. Placing a sedative in his drink before making love to him was so adroit. S

A Death Sentence...
I am only in my room tonight, my roommates having gone home for the weekend. So, upon the second roommates leaving, she essentially left me a list of work to do. This is everything, including a job she was suppose to do. I have to clean all the dishes that have accumulated throughout the whole week because no one can clean immediately after themselves. I know I am guilty of this myself, but to lay everything on me is wrong in my personal opinion. On top of this, she was suppose to clean the bathroom, but, upon my return to the room, she told me she was unable to clean the bathroom cause she had to hurry on home to see her grandmother. While I respect this, she was done with class for a while and had time to clean the bathroom. In turn, she also decides to complain about my room and saying that I need to pick up my clothes, which were only around my desk. I understand that I need to respect the space, but they were not bothering her at all. Yea, she said she stepped on th

Death Of An Angel
Death of an Angel I once knew a lady named Misery she lived in a damaged world she calls to me in transparent dreams a lonely star outside the closed universe she was my twisted soul long ago she experienced the darkest of pain beauty was something she could not believe I once knew an angel named Evil she traveled like a ghost into the shadows her heart was dying for some form of life all seems balanced now the angel burns to Die

Death Can Wait / Sad Creative Boredom
Death Can Wait I hate my life this much is clear! I don't know what to do guilt and fear. If ever there was a point in my life. A moment in time without much strife I never expected a perfect existence but, why do I have so much resistence. I wouldn't wish to turn back the clocks. It is the fatal key to Pandora's Box! To die is the end of this pain and h*** but death can wait, here i will dwell. Sadness can only stay for awhile. My kids are truly what makes me smile!

Death
if u read this all then nothing will happen to u ONLY if u report this. If u dont then just read all of it and ull find out. Guy:"Lets have sex right now." Girl: "Can we do what?" Guy: "You know, can I be your first, finally?" Girl: "Um.....no." Guy: "Why?" Girl: "Because, 1. you have a girlfriend, who happens to be my friend......." Guy: "So, if you don't tell, I won't tell." Girl: "Besides that, I'm waiting for someone special. Someone that I want to be with for the rest of my life to be my first." Guy: "I'm not special to you?" Girl: "You're my friend. That's all." Guy: looks forward and keeps driving. 5 minutes pass....... Guy: starts to run his hand up the girl's thigh. Girl: moves his hand, "Don't touch me.". Guy: tries to kiss her. Girl: screams, "Would you stop." Guy: continues trying. Girl: moves to the back seat Guy: parks on an abandoned street and gets in the backseat with the girl. Starts to kiss her.

Death Is So Unfair...
I had to stand by today and watch a really wonderful family lay to rest there leader,guide,Husband,Father and Grandfather today. his name is Brad Kimmel.. he was a very caring a kind man. Even though i lost my dad 9 years ago in October. Brad has been there for me almost my entire life. He is like a second Dad to me. he was taken from us so fast that it just rocked all of us right to the core. I just want everyone who reads this to just take a moment in there life to thank god for the special people in there lives and cherish every second they have with them. I Love you and Miss you Brad "Dad" , I will always remember your wonderful soft eye's and your great big hug's that were full of love and kindness.

Death Is Tragic
I witnessed a death today. It was of the family bird named Fish (my sister named her that). It's weird because she was just fine yesterday. There was no signs of her being hurt or sick or anything like that. She just died out of nowhere. When I uncovered the sheets to the cage, I saw her on the bottom of the cage just lying there like she was ready to die. I picked her out of there and was trying to keep her warm (she was cold). I quickly called my sis and told her that she is dying. We did our best to keep her alive, but she ended up dying. I don't want to give any descriptions of how she died because it is just too difficult. Just seeing her made me feel like I couldn't do anything at all. I already lost another bird last week on friday as well. Death is so sudden and unexpected. Why now. It's just not fair.

Death Of A Dear Friend And Disc Jockey/song Writer/singer
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=131792882 11/16/2007 GERALD GORDON “GG“ GRIGGS ST. ALBANS — GG Griggs, 50, of St. Albans died in Burlington, following a car accident on Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2007. A gifted musician, songwriter, heart transplant recipient, GG loved his family, friends and acquaintances. GG loved freely and deeply and without pretense. His family was his home and music was his gift. Survivors include his parents, Reginald and Eleanor Griggs of Craftsbury; children, Jessica Flores and Jolene Griggs of Johnson; Lucas Griggs of Morrisville; a sister, Debra Lamphere of Lowell; two grandchildren, Julian and Reaghan Flores of Johnson; Deborah Miller; and special friends Dodie, Cody, Hannah and Hunter, as well as many extended family. A funeral service will be held Saturday, Nov. 17, at 11 a.m. in the United Church of Craftsbury, with the Rev. Alan Parker officiating. Burial will be in the Branch Cemetery in Craftsbury. Fr

Death & Sorrow
Sorrow & Death Current mood: sad I have this friend that I love dearly and they have had 2 deaths in the family in the 3 days, His grandmother on Thursday 11-15-2007 & his Uncle today Sunday 11-18-2007... Babe.... I am sorry you are going through this... I love you and I am here for you always!!! ~~~Here is a poem written for your loved ones~~~ Your body brand new all of heaven yours to view... Look around,it's all in your sight, There will never be another dark night. I can just imagine the smile on your face.. As you walk all around in that beautiful place... Greeting our loved ones as you walk along... Singing heaven's most beautiful song... Missing you'll very hard, but I'll be okay, This it isn't goodbye, I'll see you again one day... At times it may be tough, but as with everything, God's grace will be enough!!!

Death And The Art Of Foreplay
I have to say that most people take there love ones for granted. I had a friend of a friend that met a man who her childern didn't approve of. The seperated for a couple years fighting the temptation of there love for one another. Just to make her grown children happy.Well They got together this year without anyone knowing. Just a couple of weeks ago they were making love and he had a heart attack in the middle of it and died in her arms . His last words to her were I Love You. I now realize you should not ever take your love for someone for granted. Because you can never tell how long you have with that person. I have always been the beliver of living life as if it's you last. Enjoy each second and its amazing what we miss because we aren't paying attention. Just a few thoughts thanks for reading

Death Come Near Me From Draconian
By day I sleep, at night I weep! O Death, come near me! Be the one for me, be the one who stays. My rivers are frozen, and mischosen, and the shadows around me sickens my heart. O Death, come near me, and stay (by my side). Hear my silent cry! In sadness I'm veiled, to the cross I am nailed, and the pain around me freezes my world. My cold world... In life I've failed, for years I've wailed. Frozen in time... left behind... The rapture of grief is all to find... The rapture of grief is all! Behind the shadow of life the lost hopes are grieving. I seek the night and hope to find love... So I drown in the silence of lifes short eternity. The tears fills the void in my heart astray... Embrace me now, delightful ease! Give me a world of wonderous peace! Calm the desperate scream in my heart! O Death, come near me, save me from this empty, cold world! O Life, you have killed me, so spare me from this couldron of misery! In life I cry, away I fly... Chosen to fall

The Death Of America
is really sad and pathetic as a whole.Maybe its just me but im sick and tired of getting wished a happy thanksgiving as if were supposed to be proud that the white man killed off the Native Americans.. Celebrating this day as an American holiday makes me sick your really celebrating the death of the Real Americans.. Your ancestors all came here killed off a race now you celebrate it whats next Iraq? We went there and killed a bunch of them. think about it lets celebrate the deaths of all the people we have killed in the name of greed!! yeah this journal ends here on the note that giving thanks for the things you stole or killed for is wrong on so many levels that you should all be disgusted with yourselves..

Death
Well, here i go again... on call for the long weekend and it is looking like a long weekend filled with death. In the last 6 days, I have had to handle 4 dalls dealing with death. Last saturday was a double homicide of which there is really no reason why the guy did it?!!?!?! (I am baffled) Then Sunday, a suicide.... Monday night was an overdose, and tonight was a hanging. The guy is in the hospital but I doubt he will leave it walking out. I think I am just going to get a black cloak and a cicle and change my name to the Reaper. I love my job... I really do but death after a while gets to even the most cynical, sarcastic guys like me.

Death Breath!
I love this band,they have out 2 albums......Let it Stink an Stinking up the Night released in 06 an 07......These dudes fuggin rock!....You should check em out!.....Much love,muahs an thanks!......Peace out dudes an dudettes!

The Death Of My Friend
I found out my friend was murder on thanksgiving ,He was a friend for years,Please keep us in your prays tonight,R.I.P my friend till we meet again,Watch over me.He will be deeply missed thank you everyone. Crystandchuck4us

The Death Of A Friendship!
I just killed a friendship tonight. He was an ex-boyfriend of mine, but I tried to hold on to the promise I had made him. I had promised that I would always be there for him, no matter what. well, shit went down and I decided that I could no longer be his friend, so I sent him a message tellig him that! In ending that friendship, I killed a part of myself in the process! I just hope that I don't end up regreting that decision!

Death That Was Taken Away
Take me away to another place a place where i can escape from this pain inside i don't know why i feel this way i feel like suicide is the only answer to the pain but when i'm with you i feel like there is no pain in the world you saved my life and i'll save yours until death do us part.

Deaths Grip
Im choking, drowning, turning blue.. A sea of terror flowing through.. sinking fast no rope to grab darkness creeping in.. The shadowded figure outreaches his hand beconing me to his land, wanting what is his.. Gripping me tightly drawing me near no more fight left just my fears... Single tear left behind a footprint fading fast the flame went out and the end became clear.. Drowning i did for so long now the time has come goodbye to those i never knew goodbye to those i loved goodbye to those i hated for now death is here..

Death Leaves A Heartache No One Can Heal, Love Leaves A Memory No One Can Steal..
During the course of last night Adam Chains301 Lost his mother,so close to Christmas time. Sometimes in our lives you wish that your olds would live for ever but alas they leave us one by one with a heavy heart that lifts with the memories that they pass down to us with a smile,which we reflect back to with fondness hoping that they are with us and looking down on the dawn of each new day.

Death Has Fallen Upon Me
THE FLU SUCKS ASS! I'VE HAD THIS SHIT FOR TWO DAYS NOW!!! MY THROAT FEELS LIKE I SWALLOWED BARBWIRE, I NO LONGER REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS TO BREATHE THROUGH MY NOSE!!! MY BODY FEELS LIKE A HOUSE FELL ON IT, AND NOW I'V STARTED THROWING UP. SHOOT ME PLEASE!!!

Death
Death could be considered as the end of all life, but in many ways it could be the beginning of life itself. Death in most cases is a scary subject to explore. As we look at death we have to look at the possibilities, is it the beginning or the end. Well to answer this question we have to look in our own self’s, which is what we believe. Is there life after death? That is something we all ponder at one time or the other in our lives. It is also a question only you can answer yourself. To me death is part of life, what I mean is you can’t have one without the other. Do we fear death? The answer to that in most people is yes. But why should we fear it. Is it the unknown that we fear or the word itself? No one know what lies ahead after death, I feel that is the fear, the fear of the unknown. Just something to think about.

Death Of Evel Knievel
In a decade largely absent of heroes, Evel Knievel was a real-life superhero. Knievel, the caped 1970s showman who, thanks to a trusty chopper and sheer abandon, jumped land and water masses with a single bound (and sometimes a few bounces), and landed among the Watergate era's pop-culture elite, died Friday. Knievel was 69â€”not ancient, but not bad for a man who bragged about making the Guinness Book of World Records on the strength, as it were, of 35 broken bones. "Every time I make a jump, I thank God when it comes down, no matter how far I went," Knievel told ABC Sports in 1973. From his roots as a high-school ski jumper in his native Montana to his rise on Wide World of Sports, the premiere TV sports showcase of its day, Robert Craig Knievel went a very long way. If one could judge the folk heroes of the 1970s by walking a toy aisle, one would conclude that Knievel ranked among the giants: Muhammad Ali, the Six Million Dollar Man and Fonzie. So big was the

Death And Hardship
Hey everyone. This is his brother, Thomas recently passed away in Iraq and Im letting everyone know that hes not around anymore. Sorry for the inconvienence to any of his friends. God Rest His Soul 1985-09-11 - 2007-12-02

Death By Abortion
Death By Abortion Abortion is fast, abortion is quick take it out with only one trick shove it inside and scramble around then bury the fetus beneath the ground doctors say: to me this should've been done but this creation will continue to run as long as there's a flare coming off the sun through the darkness i saw the light as i came from the womb giving a fight and through this life, myself i've had to defend and i'll continue fighting until the end

Death Certificate
I WANT TO GET A TOE TAG TATTOOED ON THE BOTTOM OF MY LEFT FOOT. SO WHEN I ROT AWAY NO PAPER WILL BE WASTED. JUST WRITE ALL THE INFO ON MY SOLE. HA SPEAKING OF SOULS THATS ALL WE GOT SINCE YOUR BODY IS JUST A VESSEL. IT ROTS BACK INTO THE EARTH MAGGOTS EATING AWAY AT THE FLESH AND ORGANS. WHAT MUST IT BE LIKE TO BE 6 FEET UNDER THE DIRT. WHEN MY SISTER WAS BURIED IT HURT LIKE FUCKEN HELL TO SEE HER PUT DOWN INTO THE SOIL. I STILL ASK MYSELF WHY WHY WHY . WHY IN THE FUCK DID IT HAVE TO BE HER WHY NOT ME. TAKE MY ASS OUT LET ME BE DONE WITH IT ALL. IT'S ALWAYS THE BEST PEOPLE AT THE WORST TIME. AAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELL IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER AWAITING MY ARRIVAL. JUST GOTTA PAY MY DUES AND OFF I GO. WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING I HAVE NO FUCKEN IDEA SOMETIMES.

Death Threat
Death threat Hearken to me, oh people of Earth For I have something to say to thee I have decided, upon pain and distrust To show you in truest form and fashion My displeasure of humanity's vain existence To denounce your selfish wants and desires To remove thy foul corrupt deeds and thoughts Through death and harsh judgement I proceed To eliminate humanity's stench of existence To finally be free of these bindings of vanity Of the selfish, dishonest, disrespectful curse Of humanity.

Death Came Silently ...
DEATH CAME SILENTLY My mind began reeling, big bells began pealing, then I found myself kneeling in a river not on any map. Instead of dead, Life seemed upended, and I could hear and see, Love’s lovely lonesome sound, echoing around inside of me. Death came silently! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, November 27, 2007

The Death Of Me
Everything you could have been Everything you'll be. Everything you dream about And everything you see. All the times you feel so much And times you let them go. Times you thought you wanted love And times you'll never know. Parts of you, you cannot hide Parts I'll never see. Parts that want to be alone And parts you share with me. All these things that make you whole I love like no one could. And this is why I dream of you In ways a lover would. For friends is not enough for me I know that it's been years. But love has grown to more than this Despite my greatest fears. Take a look behind these eyes And see the death of me. The love I feel for my best friend Though he will never see.

Death Is My Desire
Death is my Desire. I have longed for death for it seems eternity. Is there nothing to live for? My children keep me alive. But yet I feel like I am drowning in the endless pit of life. Darkness consumes my every pore. Could it be that life is nothing but a mere dream? Could my life be someone else's nightmare? I am living in a nightmare of my own life. My blood no longer flows to be living. My heart no longer beats for love. My eyes no longer see the point to life. What is real and what is beyond the realm of life? My soul seeks for the ultimate adventure - Death. This body is but a prison, a cell that binds me to this world. I long to set my soul free, but yet I cannot. Is it fear that holds me back? No, perhaps it is the want to see my children grow. Or maybe it is my heart longing for something else. How long must I endure the pain of this life? How long can I withstand the binds that hold me on this plane of exsistance? Is there nothing more to life? Is there nothing that I can

*deathstar*
The death that leaks and looks long in the cold hard black night.Sometimes i wonder if that will come to play out at night of death leads to causes then heaven leads to greatness. One day i walk down either one of these pasts to choice the side i yet to follow or agree on. Sometimes i wonder if i will decide or just stay the way i am. The darkness nights and the blood that bleeds from my hands that has ben cut from barbwire and braces will cuts ever heal or will they be there for life.One day i will found out and everything will fall back into place like it did before. The death leads to a cause and darkness will raise and time and blood has just ran out of time.

The Death Penalty
Ok, to take my mind of my life drama and bullshit.. I watched OZ.... and I mean, i've SEEN this before... bbbuuuttt It was the episode where Cyril was almost executed... and as always, anything involving executions... I fucking cried like a little baby.... I hate it. I don't think there should be a death penalty... and you can sit there and say "Wait til someone you love is murdered"... yeah, FUCK YOU... I know... I know what its like knowing someone took the life of someone you love... I know that pain all to well... And I'm pretty pissed.... because i STILL dont think that the death penalty should be legal... I think we should be allowed to do it ourselves... If i have the balls to shoot that man, then I can do it. But it's not someone else's right to fight my battles... So, anyways, thats my thought for the day.

Death
i'm afraid to die the way i dont want you and i haunt my daydreams could it be violence cancer hiv ? who could be killing you or me? lupus sickle cell accident cirrosis stroke heart ailment am i the one who's killing me? are you the one killing me? war terrorism chemicals in the air suicide when life's not fair choices i make are killing me even the doctor is dying no DNA deathless gene

Death
i was drunk....so work with me. Death, the lord of shadows....creeping in the night. Stalker of soul...stealing for delight. Blood splatered hills, cuts so deep.see his grin, chills' that creep. no hiding no escape, turn the corner, he is there, your wounds gaping. Cries unheard, screams not bothered...he takes your life, and thus there after your soul is his. no more games. no more running, tis the end.

Death
so me and a friend were talking about death..and how it can be really easy or long and painful. she said she wants to die old and in her bed, like a titanic death [lol]. i said i dont really care either way because when you die, you die. it isnt something you can choose, it just happens. she thinks im pretty much crazy because in a way she feels it can be chosen. i dont know how but alright. the way i feel is once your dead, your in a better place pain free whether you died in pain or not. you can die in your sleep and end up in the same place...you can die from a heart attack and be in pain, but once your dead your fine. pain isnt something i worry about and it really doesnt scare me. it happens and its over with. then she asked me well what if you got into a car accident and had a tree through your head or chest..? well if it happens, it happens...its meant to be, right? everyones death is already "chosen" from the moment your born..i dont know how you can manage to change that. i wa

Death By Chocolate
It was a sorry end. Cut down in his prime, the cunning thief lay on the slab, his cold body offering pathologist Brett Gartrell no outward sign of how he had met his maker. Once Gartrell had wielded his scalpel, however, the cause became clear: a belly stuffed with sticky brown gunk. Diagnosis? Death by chocolate. Divine - yes. Delicious - absolutely. But deadly? For some it certainly is. The corpse on Gartrell's slab belonged not to a human but to a kea, an endangered New Zealand parrot. Like many animals, keas are acutely sensitive to chemicals in chocolate that are harmless to humans in all but huge doses. Scientists are now studying these chemicals, along with other substances in cocoa, hoping to exploit their toxic effects to control pests or microbes. If you're reading this after scoffing your fifteenth chocolate Santa, don't panic: we humans have been safely enjoying the beans of the cacao plant, Theobroma cacao, for millennia. Theobroma is Greek for "food of the gods", reflecti

Death In A Small Town
Well this town is crazy where people kill a family's dogs! yes I said DOGS! in the past week I have lost two of my puppies and now the moomma dog is dying. POISONED! I HATE this town! I am so tired of these mean people killing my animals and attacking me and my kids. ENOUGH is ENOUGH! If anyone knows of a place to move to let me know. If I ever catch these people God help them. I will do to them as they have done ot my animals! A slow death.....

Death In Family
The day after christmas was a very depressing day . I had to wake up with a phone call of the passing of my grandmother. Not very easy to do after christmas was so good. So dont take life for granted.

A Death In The Night (((((first Attempt At A Story Poem)))))
The cold air grows thick with a stench of rotting decaying flesh What have they done? I ask the darkened midnight sky As I step over the disembodied head that lays before me Today was my first day on the job and I was hoping it would go smothly A few speeders and drug busts was what I had expected But that wasnt so, I was to find out how wrong I truly was I had gotten a call from a young girl named Jill And she told me of the scene in which she and her friend Jack had found Such a bloody disturbing mess she had described to me So I came over as quickly as I could, making good time If Id have to guess at how quickly it took for me to show up there Id say it was only a matter of minutes No more then ten Im sure So here I am on this dark and gloomy night The pale glow of a full moon lays its gaze upon me Along with the stares of the nighttime creatures The scene in which I am seeing before me horrifys me ever so All of the blood and gore from the bodies And how mudilated

The Death Of My Hero, My Best Friend, My Dad
Otto B. Hall, age 73 of Mt. Vernon died unexpectedly early Tuesday, December 25, 2007 at home. He was born on September 2, 1934 in Banner, Kentucky to the late Oliver and Goldie (Curtis) Hall. While living the majority of his life on SR 657 in Centerburg and for the past 15 years he had been a resident of Mt. Vernon. Before retiring Otto had worked over 29 years in various capacities with the Galena Brick Yard in Galena; retiring as a tow motor operator. A member of United Baptist Church and Centerburg Conservation Club, he enjoyed the outdoors and hunting, especially for deer, squirrel and rabbit. He always put the needs of his family and others before his own. Most proud of his wife, family, and country side homestead. He will be remembered for his caring and compassionate ways. Survived by his wife of 48 years: Barbara (Grove) Hall, whom he married June 9, 1959 in Banner, Kentucky, Daughters: Margaret Davis of Centerburg, Judy Hall (fiancé Josh Jones) of Mt. Vernon, Sisters

Death
I feel like a horrible friend...My best friend's grandfather passed away this saturday. And being that I now live over 2,000 miles away from my friends and family in MA it's hard as hell to be there for them... Everytime something happens and they say I wish you were here or I need you to be here I feel like I'm letting them down... I know that they understand that I wish with all my might that I could be there to try to help them out it's just money and work are factors that I can't control... I just got a text from my friend saying that they're burying his grandfather right now and that he feels like he's gonna lose it and now I have to sit at work on the verge of tears because his grandparents had excepted me into their lives and treated me like I was part of their family and now I can't even be there to pay my last respects... I have this heavy feeling on me and I feel so guilty about it...

Death Angel
I once knew a man named Misery he lived in a damaged world he calls to me in transparent dreams a lonely star outside the closed universe he was my twisted soul long ago he experienced the darkest of pain beauty was something he could not believe I once knew an angel named Evil he traveled like a ghost into the shadows his heart was dying for some form of life all seems balanced now the angel burns to die

Death
Death is an embracement of the life we lived. Death is a gracious moment to come to terms with life. Looking death in the face is like knowing what is to come. Death is an embracement of life and love. Love and death can come to terms with one another. Life without love is death in itself. Death is just another name for a loveless life. Living without love is like living in hell. A loveless life is like a poison that only loveless people take. The poison can not harm one thing... and that one thing is called True Love. And true love is something some people feel. Only the lucky few can feel this True Love. I am one of the lucky few.. I feel true love, which is a remody of this poison. I can not live in hell because I have looked death in the face, And I see my future in my love, my world, my heart, and my soul. And I thank my heart and soul, for bringing me out of hell, and into life. A life with love is heaven, and heaven is life with love.

Death
Christian One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Death rides a pale horse in the apocalyptic Book of Revelations, a narrative by John of Patmos that is either a description of the end of the world or a brilliant allegory of the trials a Christian must face in this corrupt sphere. The personification of mortality has traditionally acquired a skeletal figure, a black robe, and a scythe, a sickle, or a trident for harvesting the dying.

The Death Sentence
*** Disclaimer*** The views and opinions expressed in this blog ARE mine and I am open to other points of view. If you , the reader, if you find a point, or points, that you would like to debate, feel free to comment. I believe in the use of capital punishment as an effective means to deter and punish citizens. In my opinion, there has been far too much controversy over the issue. People do have the right to protest, and to express there freedoms, but more often than not do they weigh the cost of their actions. These protesters often forget that their tax dollars are paying for every meal, the guards to supervise and contain, and the bed these people, convicted of one or more heinous crimes, live and sleep. Humans rights activist often call the methods of capital punishment inhumane. Do they ever stop to think about how inhumane the crimes these people committed were? The judicial system has been twisted and contorted to a point that there seems to be a

Death Of A Very Good Friend
David Clayton Moore, 54, Glenwood Court, Cynthiana, died Monday, Jan. 7, 2008, at Harrison Memorial Hospital. Born in Harrison County, Oct. 3, 1953, to the late Jesse Clayton and Norma Jean Frederick Moore, he was a truck driver, a member of several civil war reenactments and past chairman of the Battle of Cynthiana. He is survived by his wife, Nancy S. Moore; a son, David Clayton (Jennifer) Moore, II; a daughter, Veda Lynn (James) Moore; a sister, Pamela Jean (Howard P. Jr.) Sosbe; all of Harrison County; grandchildren, Ethan, Carl, Reed, Breanna, Jana and Shanna; a nephew, John Milton Sosbe and several other nieces and nephews. Funeral services will be conducted 2 p.m. Thursday, Jan. 10, 2007 at Ware Funeral Home by Bro. Mike Jones. Visitation will be from 5-9 p.m. Wednesday. Burial will be in Beaver Baptist Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made to the A Keller Civil War Battlefield Preservation Fund.

Deaths Grip
DEATHS GRIP Im choking, drowning, turning blue.. A sea of terror flowing through.. sinking fast no rope to grab darkness creeping in.. The shadowed figure outreaches his hand beckoning me to his land, wanting what is his.. Gripping me tightly drawing me near no more fight left just my fears... Single tear left behind a footprint fading fast the flame went out and the end became clear.. Drowning i did for so long now the time has come goodbye to those i never knew goodbye to those i loved goodbye to those i hated for now death is here..

Death
JOSEPH B. 'JOE' VENEZIA March 26, 1939-Jan. 9, 2008 SELMA -- Joseph B. "Joe" Venezia, 68, of 30 Starfield Lane in Selma, died Wednesday at Wayne Memorial Hospital. Born in Teaneck N.J., Joe was the son of the late Benjamin and Jean Rizzo Venezia. He was a member of St. Luke United Methodist Church and the Wayne Masonic Lodge #112. He was retired after 22 years from the U.S. Air Force and 25 years with the Federal Service, where he was a Construction Management Engineer. Funeral services will be held Friday at 7 p.m. at Shumate-Faulk Funeral Home Chapel with the family remaining for visitation afterwards. A graveside service will be held Saturday at 2 p.m. at Wayne Memorial Park with full military honors. Mr. Venezia is survived by his wife, Cheryl C. Venezia; five children, Joe B. Venezia Jr. of Goose Creek, S.C., Jerry C. Venezia of Zebulon, N.C., Jeffrey F. Venezia of Lexington, S.C., Valeria Barron of Franklinton, N.C., Woody Tew of Clinton, N.C.; seven grandchildren

Death On The Nile
Why is exciting when films that we own on dvd and can watch anytime come on the telly? 'Death On The Nile' was on at the weekend, and I nearly got suckered into watching it form halfway through, even though the dvd is sitting on my shelf... It's surely one of the finest movies ever made though, right?

Death Is Nothing
What do you think of when you hear about death? In fact...what do you FEEL? If you are like most people, you don't think on it much but you know that it is a scary thought. What are you so afraid of? Is it not enough to live a full life? Is it not enough to believe that at your moment of truth that you are able to look back on your years and comfortably say that you didn't BEAT your life...you lived in harmony with it? Rose with the ups and sank with the downs only to rise from the ashes once more successful in your trials. Don't look to live a long life...live a FULL life. There is a difference. A long life is very lonely, boring, or not what you want it to be. A full life means that you did things with your life that were important...you know...took care of your family...did right by those around you...always sacrificed for the sake of others even when you knew that they didn't deserve it...made something of yourself in the eyes of God...followed the path that He g

Death Found A Home
As she lays in bed she opens her eyes Only to mumble two simple little words.. "Oh no." Her life a sham, nothing but lies. She gets up and goes to the bathroom, Only to find all the bottles and jars broken and spilled all down the drain. She doesn't understand how she can still be here. Old scars still remain, new bruises to be found. More grief and headache she will retain. She sits back down in her room, trying not to cry as the day passes her by. She feels so hollow, so lost and alone. There is no place to go, no place hide. It's coming now, with no time to run. Close your eyes and your ears for the raging beast has become unleashed. The blood is rising, the cuts are real... The light is fading, the darkness has come... Death has found a home

Death
So don't flirt with suicide Death is painful Stay away from knives Death is not for lovers So don't lie Death is not for me So don't even try Death is clever So be careful Death is forever Death is never fun Stay away from strangers Death is never pleasing So don't get caught up in the hype Death is never fair So get use to it Death is always occurring So don't ignore it Death is never what you expected Sorry but it has to happen Death is not for you Please don't give up Death is forever Don't forget it

Death By Falling Tortoise
Aeschylus (525 BC456 BC) was a playwright of ancient Greece. Aeschylus was the earliest of the three greatest Greek tragedians, the others being Sophocles and Euripides. According to legend, eagles picked up tortoises and attempted to crack them open by dropping them on rocks. Aeschylus was killed in 456 BC when an eagle, mistaking the playwright's bald crown for a stone, dropped a tortoise on his head killing him instantly. Talk about a Greek Tragedy.

Death Bed....pain
Like a needle in my eye, screaming and kicking whilest the pain enrages me, whilest I become blind. Like a pierce in my skin, like a sharpened dagger,pushing harder, forcing it within. Like the thorn from a beautiful black satin rose, ripping the skin with glistening flesh exposed.. Like a fingernail pushed and torn from its bed, like a daisy uprooted to bury the dead... Like the gripping sting while salts rubbed within your wounds,whilest I ingrave your label within your tomb. Like the fading light we all see when we fade, we all end up in the bed we've made.... as written:~*Twist'a Fate*~

Death Of A Loved One
Well here is another chunk out of my life. My brother was found dead this morning, He was only 34 years old. He has always been a very heavy drug user and had just got out of jail Friday morning. We are not sure rather he overdosed or something else. They sent him to have an autopsey. We wont know anything untill Wednesday sometime. He wanted to come to my house and work and start his life over and i would not let him. Because of his history. Maybe if I would have let him come down everything would have been ok. I have never lost a parent or a sibling before and this is the most pain I have ever felt. It hurts so much. I feel like there is this empty spot in my heart that he had. We were always a close family. Inspite of his past I loved him and he was my brother. Sometimes i feel like i am going to wake up any minute or he will come in the door and say "see fooled you all didnt i" but i know that is not going to happen, How do you deal with the hurt, The pain and emptiness. My chest f

Death In My Family Today
Please say a little prayer for my Uncle Jerry. My mom got a phone call at 5am this morning that my dad's younger brother died in the middle of the night. He had a fever and the start of pneumonia. He hasn't been well for a while; the doctors couldn't figure out if he had Lou Gehrig's disease or Alzheimer's, but he won't suffer anymore. There is a bunch of family craziness that is going to go on here in the next few days as we try to figure out funeral plans. (He has a crazy 2nd wife that nobody talks to, and his kids are in Ohio, he was in PA, his wife was in NJ, we are in NJ!) YIKES!! I told you it's complicated! Anyway, please forgive me if I don't get back to you right away, I am not avoiding anyone, just dealing with family stuff right now. RIP UNCLE JERRY YOU WILL BE MISSED! XOXOXO

The Death Of Marlee, Our Cat
When we divorced a year ago, my ex and I agreed that whoever kept the house would keep the diabetic cat, Marlee. Changes always stressed her out and we agreed that this would have the least impact on her health. The kids are there 50% of the time and we agreed that they could go visit her whenever they wanted on days that they were with me. Since then, whenever I have an opportunity, I have tried to visit her whenever I am there with one of the kids (but never without someone granting me permission to go into his house). Yesterday I had to call about a concern I had with our 15 year old daughter. I thought the call went well. Just before I hung up he said that he’d asked her to stay at his house later than usual “in case the cat dies”. When I asked what he meant, he said she was on a “hunger strike again and starving herself”. In the six years we’d had her, she did this a few times and I would bring her to the vet, she’d get some fluids and be fine in a few days. When I went ove

Death
i never realized how much a death could affect you. i am a different person since the death of my dad. in some ways good and in some ways bad. it's funny though, i can't think of one good thing right this second. maybe i just can't see it myself. the last time i saw him, may 1, 2007. i came home from work. he was sitting on my couch. we always touched hands as i walked by him. this time i wouldn't let him touch me because i was so filthy from work. i didn't hug him when he left. dammit!!! why didn't i hug him? at about 3 am may 2, fl. highway patrol knocked on my door to tell me there had been an accident and my father didn't make it. he had a heart attack while driving. they say all wounds heal with time. who the hell are they anyway? lol i'm not sure this wound will heal. it's been almost 9 months and i'm still a basketcase!!! sometimes i feel so lost, walking around in circles, not sure what to do. and i am angry a lot of the time. then there are the times i find myself sitt

The Death Of Hardware
Quentin Hardy 02.11.08, 12:00 AM ET pic On the Run Stagpanic Experience Suspended Animation Complete Contents Why buy computers when you can rent them from Amazon, EMC or Yahoo? Has Jeff Bezos got a bargain for you. Like everyone else, the executives at gossipy real estate Web site Zillow have been anxiously watching housing prices collapse. Hoping to spice up its offerings to a discouraged consumer, Zillow recently recalculated the values on 67 million homes over a 12-year period, a database of figures that took up 4 terabytes of memory. The company figured it would need six months and millions of dollars to make it happen. Instead, Zillow ran the job over the Internet, on 500 computer servers rented from Amazon.com. It took only three weeks and cost less than $50,000. "This is a computer-development playground," says Spencer Rascoff, chief financial officer of 165-employee Zillow. The next revolution in high tech is taking place inside the "cloud" of the Intern

Death
death I stood on the stump wondering where he had gone till I turned around and saw him there, he handed me a rose a soft red rose, yet when I looked to see his loving face he turn from me in that time and place, the world turned to ash and I began to fall, Whats going on? I spun around to see him again and there we were yelling at no ends. He was so angry I didnt know why intill he hit me and I started to cry. during the fight lots of blood was spilled and then a sharp pain is what I felt. all of a sudden I was falling so fast in to a bed a tulips and roses black as death. Whats going on I tried to shoot no one was listeningto my pled. I looked all around to see my family and friends I guess in the end he wont hit me again. I rose up above from everyones tears and my heart was breaking year after year. I just wanted them to move on and find some peace in my apsence I cant release. I hope they can forgive the bad chocies I made and find inner peace in my r

The Death Of A Child
Some random thoughts i found whilst surfing Children are not supposed to die...Parents expect to see their children grow and mature. Ultimately, parents expect to die and leave their children behind...This is the natural course of life events, the life cycle continuing as it should. The loss of a child is the loss of innocence, the death of the most vulnerable and dependent. The death of a child signifies the loss of the future, of hopes and dreams, of new strength, and of perfection. When a parent dies, you lose your past; when a child dies, you lose your future. A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. But...there is no word for a parent who loses a child, that's how awful the loss is! Parental grief is boundless. It touches every aspect of a parent's being...When a child dies, parents grieve for the rest of their lives. Their grief becomes part of them...As time p

Death
Clara Joyce Kramer was born on November 6, 1941 to Henry and Bertha Kramer. She was married for 27 years to the former Dr. Michael McDonald of Fairdale KY, that has gone on before her some 2 yers ago. She is survived by two sons, one grandson, two sisters, four nephews, three nieces, four great nieces, and three great nephews. Clara Joyce Kramer died at St. Mary and Elizabeth hospital on January 25, 2008 from cancer. Her services were this morning at Arch L Heady at Resthaven Chapel at 10:00 a.m. this morning, cold, rainy and blustery. Thanks for the weather Aunt Joyce i know you didnt want us hanging out there and sobbing like a bunch of ninnies over you. Aunt Joyce was a lover of animals, lover of children and family, and most of all could make even the most hardened of hearts regardless of the situation crazk a smile and immediately go to a full belly laugh. My fondest memory of Aunt Joyce is over at the horse farm she had in Fairdale Ky, plenty of land, huge barn. I

Death By A Rose
My heart is torn I am in pain My soul is worn I live in disdain Once a life of delight Alive and well I live in nothing but darkness of night An everlasting hell Inside I am dead now I can't take the pain no more I want to be happy, but don't know how But people don't care, they just ignore Someone save me Before I disappear To the lock of my heart, I need the key And what I need is a cure This is a secret Something no one knows Another life to regret A death of a rose

Death
DEATH The one day has arrived at last, Her redemption shouldn't exist in this land, Creatures of the night prowl again, Often deadly and very real to man. Shes come to take a devil virgins fleash, Its the time of her life, The night ruby red tears are shed, She finally feels the pain goodness gives. Her rage has brought death upon this mortal realm, A beautiful pailness has taken her skin, Nightmares are giving the pleasures of the dead, Psycodic heavens bestowed insanity to her mind's end. Her sin's maddness through firey skies, Looking in her darkend eyes, Life is so precious at the touch of hand, Death is her way the only way to leave this place. SCARE

Death
DEATH WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT... A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side." Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know." "You don't know? said the man... You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?" The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough." Photobucket May today there b

Death Note's Opening Theme
the WORLD Vocals: Nightmare Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution An evil flower that sprouted because it was loved Because I can’t let anyone interfere With everything that’ll come about from now on The future that the fruit told me of The city that has forgotten reasoning The present time is distorted black Dreams, turn into ideals Why? Am I a broken Messiah? Everyone wished for a “finale”… Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution An evil flower that sprouted because it was loved I can’t let anyone interfere With everything that’ll come about from now on Someday, I’ll show you A shining sky Why? Am I a broken Messiah? Everyone dreamt of a “paradise”… Within the spreading darkness, we exchanged vows of revolution An evil flower that sprouted because it was loved I can’t let anyone interfere With everything that’ll come about from now on Someday, I’ll show you A shining world

Death Note's Closing Theme
Alumina Vocals: Nightmare A momentary sparkle twinkles within the flowing time I’m a Believer who can keep walking so to engrave into this world’s memories I had a dream that no one else could have and I threw away everything that I didn’t need Thoughts that I can’t surrender dwell in my chest Even if I’m still in the rift between reality and ideals and my feet are bound by shackles of sacrifice My overflowing impulse isn’t fully repressed because I have a heart that yearns powerfully “Pretense” “Fear” “Vanity” “Grief”; I won’t be weak enough To be apprehended by the various negative things; I’m a Trickster who doesn’t know loneliness The groups of buildings that pierce the night sky, I look up at the air in which stars and such are invisible And ask myself, “Won’t I be lost?” Things like being smeared by those who overflow in this entire city or being infatuated won’t happen to me Because at the end of the road that connects to the future, I want to see somet

Death Of A Future
Why is it so difficult to accept people for who they are, and not what they are or might become? Why can't we see that the only true beauty in the world is what is different in each of us, and who we are inside? Its people like "you" who make this world such and ugly brutal place. Beautiful people who make the weak long for acceptance and will do anything to attain it! I must confess I was once a lamb being led to slaughter. Blinded by the desire to fit in and just be like "you". But now Ive broken my chains, and have become the man you all fear! I frighten you because you cannot control or contain me with your idea of "normalcy". I am different and I am not ashamed of it, instead i embrace it! That is why I am an individual, and that is what gives me hope! You spend your time making sure you fit in, and trying no to be ugly. But all the while inside you are rotting, decaying, and ultimately dying! Its ok spend your time condeming me and those like me. Because while you ar

Deaths
137,892 People Natural disasters in 1979 * Windsor Locks, Connecticut Tornado People who died on May 14 (various years) * 2007 - Ülo Jõgi, Estonian freedom fighter * 2006 - Eva Norvind, Mexican actress * 2006 - Stanley Kunitz, American poet * 2006 - Lew Anderson, American actor and bandleader * 2004 - Anna Lee, British actress * 2003 - Robert Stack, American actor * 2003 - Wendy Hiller, British actress * 2003 - Dave DeBusschere, American basketball player * 2000 - Obuchi Keizo, Prime Minister of Japan * 1998 - Marjory Stoneman Douglas, American conservationist * 1998 - Frank Sinatra, American singer and actor * 1997 - Harry Blackstone Jr., American magician * 1995 - Christian B. Anfinsen, American Nobel laureate * 1993 - William Randolph Hearst Jr., American newspaper magnate * 1993 - Patrick Haemers, Belgian criminal * 1992 - Nie Rongzhen, Chinese Communist military leader * 1992 -

Death
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor. Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the bre

Death Becomes Me
AS I LAY HERE ON THE FLOOR BLEEDIN FROM CUTTIN MY WRIST I WONDER IF THE PAIN REALLY WENT AWAY FROM MY HEART BEIN TORN IN 2. I WONDER IF SHES THINKIN BOUT ME. WONDERING IF SHE CARES ENOUGH TO MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY. WORNDERING IF SHE CAN BRING ME BACK TO LIFE.I WONDER IF THE PAIN WAS REALLY WAS REALLY THERE A THOUGHT THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND. A THOUGHT OF IMPULSE TO MAKE MY LIFE MORE BEARABLE, OR TO MAKE IT MEANING FULL. DO I EVEN EXCISTS IN THE BIG WORLD? FOR A MINUTE THERE MY HAPPIENESS WAS BEYAWND ANYTHING I COULD THINK OF. BUT I STILL LAY HERE ON THE FLOOR BLEEDING FROM MY CUTS BUT STILL I WANT TO FEEL MORE PAIN. IM STARIN TO LOVE THE PAIN BUT YET I NEED TO LET THINGS GO AND DEAL WIT THINGS THE BEST WAY I KNOW HOW NOT TO CARE BOUT IT. BUT I STILL LAY HERE ON THE FLOOR BLEEDIN AS I TRY TO PICK MYSELF OFF THE FLOOR. FOR A SEC THERE I THOUGHT I SEEN HER STANDIN THERE INFRONT OF ME REACHING OUT FOR ME. BUT IT’S JUST AND ILUSSION A DISCONTINUED HOPE, OR DREAM

Death In My Family Today At 8:15am
This morning my uncle Robert nick name Bob has passed away in the hospital due to he died in his sleep peacefully,The cause of death was his donor liver failed and his kidneys failed and he didn't want to prolong his life on a respirator he wanted pass on his own so now god rest his soul he is in heaven now,my family is sad now cause of the loss today and the funeral is either going to be this comming tuesday or wed well God Bless you Robert Adamo....Rest in Peace!

Death In Family
well i am sad to say i lost my grandmother this morning i wont be around much today or for the next 5 or so days. So to all my friends take care of yourselves and be safe dont worry about me ill be fine.

Deaths Embrace
open wounds bleeding gash open soul ripped dangling from thin barbed wire fences stricken by pain deaths morbid grip dances upon your mind dangling deeply inside and out of conciousness waken to see a light a brite neon light shadowed tunnel long path long long path someone standing there looking at you i cant see your face blurry blurred vision frustration sinks running back stay back look away .ahahahahahahahah i awake to see her watching me sleep a dream a perception of death inside my mind a vision noone else will see but she fealt my fear that night scared to be alone as death is laughing at me now...

Death My Heart
Tear are cried Heart is broken No one that cares Alone in a room Far away from home Feel unsafe Thoughts of him Cries out for him His heart is gone No where to see Heart is dieing How can this be Guess life is funny It will work out Wheatear with him or without Answer is being alone Wish him luck Sweet man of the net Home word bound Left in the past Love is sadness Never meaning to hurt Kind and sweet With every begin has an end Guilt is killing me Love is killing me Still care always will Wanting him Knowing it can’t be Will let it be Let him going Lying down to cry Good night my dreams Dreams are what are left Come dreams and hold them close. May the goddess Guild and protect him Keep him safe Let him be happy with his choice Copyright@2007

Death & Vd!
SOMETIMES…when I think of him…when I think about how different my life would be if he were still here…I can’t help but cry. Yeah it has been 8 years since he left…8 long years that has proven that life still goes on even if the ones we love so much can’t be here. Today is a day that makes me feel overwhelmed and crushed inside. I keep hoping as the years pass so will a little of the pain. The emptiness that umbrellas my day to day existence will ease. Yet here I am again hardly able to breathe as I remember him on the anniversary of his death. But I just can’t let the day pass without some sort of acknowledgment of what day it is. My little brother was 19 on 02/13/2000. He died of a heroine overdose. Yeah I know how horrific that sounds….believe me…it feels that way too. I will never ever forget that phone call from my mother when she explained to me that he was gone. His death still affects me in all sorts of ways. I miss him. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. He was one of those kid

Death
this morning at 2am my lil cat die he or she was in bad health we could hear its lil body begen to cough i was hopeing it be diffrent from the other 3 that did die i was wrong i did everything i could think of the wose part was i was thinking of killing it be crushing its lil head in so it could pass quickly no more suffering but my heart could not do it so i jsut sit there helplys watching waiting i took the lil kitten and put it on my shoulders and just peting it to let it no i do care and love it whats even more wose is i dont have my ex or my roomate to dig the grave i have to be the one and i dont think i can i was up half of the night jsut crying i dont think ill have any more animals ever again

Death
I feel death hovering over me like a thousand knives slicing my bleeding heart death covers me like blood from a fresh cut death flows threw me like the blood flowing from a deep cut through my heart death feel cold like a heart that has been riped outdeath beats around my head like the last beats of a heart riped out and held in front of me death is sweet like fresh blood dripping from my blue lips death comes into me like a heart that beats again as it has been silent for a hunder years come to me sweet death and awake my sleeping heart and restore my timeless life once again I feel death in my blood stoping the flow to my heart and making my timeless life coming back death has awaked me and made me free once again I feel the warm touch of death flow threw my heart again as it awkes from a long timeless slumber as the blood flows from death into me once more I am awaked and free I am finaly free from my own prison

Death Is The Gateway To Eternal Life
Death is just another step along life's changing way... No more than just a gateway to a new and better day.. And parting from our loved ones is much easier to bear.. when we know that they are waiting.. for us to join them "There"--- For it is on the Wings of Death that the living soul takes flight... Into the "Promised Land of God".. where there shall be "No Night"--- So death is just a natural thing.. like the closing of a door.. As we start upon a journey to a new and distant shore--- And noone need make this journey undirected or alone.. For God promised us safe passage to this vast and great unknown.. So let your grief be softened and yield not to despair... You have only placed your loved one in the loving Father's care.. ***** Be not afraid, only believe..Mark 5:36

Death
God where do I start..... I am so freakin sad and depressed right now and dont know what to feel. I just lost my grandpa who was like my father cuz my father was gone my entire life. It hurts so bad all I can do is cry. I have no one to hold or comfort me or tell me everythings going to be alright. I feel so alone. Why did this have to happen to such an amazing person. I just sat there today holding his cold lifeless hand thinking about all the things in life we've been through. The memories flooded my head like a ship drowning at sea. All things in life are given to you and can be taken at any moment, Ive come to learn that. Where do I go now who do I go to when lifes taking its toll and I have no one to talk to, to listen, to care and most of all give me advice? Why does life end so quickly for those who've given their everything? God I feel like the world has come to an end....Ive lost MY BEST FRIEND :( Some how and some way I will get through this but it is going to hurt. I nev

Death Of A Wonderful Friend Today.
Today 22-2-2008 I had the most stomach churning news since my father past 18 months ago. That my very best friend mother (sharon) has passed away at the age of 53 from cancer. The thing that upsets me the most is that 5 months ago they told her she had cancer and she went home to await a consultation. then they call her back after lying home alone in her bed vomitting and messing herself unable to move for 3 MONTHS! oh we're sorry you actualy have TB, go home and we'll give you antobiotics! she then becomes so sick that she's a lifeless shell. and jodi (my best friend) calls her an ambulance and takes her back to the PILGRIM!!! hospital in lincolnshire. where they look at her tell jodi they dont have a bed and she should take her back home, jodi stands there with security around her screaming! "you left her like this, now you fix it!" A week pases and they call jodi to ask her back to the hospital for a meeting with admin. She arrives to be told there sorry "yet again!"

2 Deaths,one Night...no Sleep.
So I get a text message from my love...saying that it's important. I txt her back and she says that I need to call her.... Apparently a good friend of her committed suicide about 20 minutes before,hence the txt message. :( I call, but other than saying I'm sorry...what could I say? She says, as long as she can hear my voice that's enough. We spend a good hr or so on the phone just talking about everything and anything. Somehow the conversation gets to me and my hazy club days. I tell her a story of how I used to work for this gentleman named Baird Jones ( a party promoter in NYC who ran with the likes of Warhol ) and how 1 night he asked me to be his bouncer. I did,reluctantly. One guy was @ the bar,drunk and loud and I was told to remove him from the premises. I loathe confrontation but alas I had a job to do. I say to the guy "look, your asked to leave so let's make this easy and just go". The guys like ,"fuck you , i just paid for a drink, i want my damn drin

Death Of An Infant
Today is the 3rd anniversary since T.J.'s Death, this is a poem I wrote shortly after his death. Rest in peace my little one, I love you. Please accept my apologizes if I don't visit your pages today or feel like chatting, thank you! Death of an Infant I never had the chance to hold you Or to kiss you every night The chance to simply say, “ I love you”, Or to thank you for bring joy into my life. I never had the chance to sing to you To help comfort you each and everyday The many stories I would love to read to you Are just a memory away. I long to see your beautiful smile Or just to hear you laugh To change a simple diaper Or to hold you in my lap. I long to know your personality Wondering whether it be more like moms or dads The Lord gave you to us And for this forever memories we have. I finally got to hold and kiss you I even read to you today I told you that I loved you In each and everyway. I can actually hea

Death Is Nothing At All
Been searching for this one for ages and finally found it Death is nothing at all... I have only slipped away to the next room... I am I and you are you... Whatever we were to each, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak it to me in the same way you always used. Put no difference into your tone, Wear no false air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident. I am but waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner. All is well. Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918 Canon of St Paul's, London

Death 1
Everyone knows that death is coming no matter what. Everyone dies and most are okay with that because they believe that they have a long time before death comes knocking. But what happens when you know when death is coming, or at least have a good idea as to its time of arrival? For many years the only think I have feared when it comes to death, is dieing alone. I have not feared death its self, yet now it seems that that is all changing. It feels as though my life is circling the drain and as far as I can tell, what have I done that can truly define my life. To me, I am an ordinary person living an ordinary life. I have done nothing that has not been done before. I have not invented something that can save lives or fix problems around the world. I have not become some great artist in anyway. I have not redefined the world or anything in it. And now death is coming for me. I can not stop it; only hold it off for a period of time, who knows how long. I will die an ordinary perso

Death
Death Death is forever So don't flirt with suicide Death is painful Stay away from knives Death is not for lovers So don't lie Death is not for me So don't even try Death is clever So be careful Death is never fun Stay away from strangers Death is never pleasing So don't get caught up in the hype Death is never fair So get use to it Death is always occurring So don't ignore it Death is never what you expected Sorry but it has to happen Death is not for you Please don't give up Death is forever Don't forget it

The Death Of The Dragon
The Death of the Dragon He who was mighty, has now grown old, Going blind as thieves steal his gold, All of the wealth gathered over his life, Disappears as he slumbers in the night. The wings that once carried him on high, Are tattered and torn, no longer able to fly, So no joy in soaring can now be found, Forever to the earth he is now bound. Scales once bright and shiney he wore, Have now become cracked, tarnished and worn, No longer able to deflect the spear, Soon it will be the end he fears. Muscles so strong that were once part of him, Have wasted away here in the end, Once proud and young with so much to gain, Is now old and crippled, filled with pain. And so a so called hero enters the fray, Coming to find the dragon to slay, And how he will tell all of the terrible fight, When in truth, he slayed him in the dead of night. For this hero did not bring the dragon low, For only one thing could defeat this dragon so, For this enemy is one from w

Death Of A Freind.
If some of you know me as half as well as I hope you do, you will know that my cat, Deja was the subject of my ill attempts at trying to get you ppl laughing. Deja was not just some obese fuzzy ball of flatulance,( and trust me, she DID fart.....ALOT!)but Deja was also one of my closest friends I've ever had. Deja brought cheer to my somewhat bleak existance phase I went through some years back. Deja was always there when I was down. Sometimes, I swear, that if she had opposable thumbs, she'd have fed MY ass. lol. I know alot of ppl have pets or have had pets, I'm sad she's gone, but I know she's in a much better place. She brought me so much happiness and I'm going to miss her freindship....but I know I'll see her again. Those of you who have Animal freinds, you guys know what I'm talkin' about. P.S. If you guys wanna see what Deja looked like, She's in my Family Folder...

Death Whispers
In the shadows it waits for you, Its kiss is like a lovers sweet and true, Its touch cold but welcomeing in the same ways, So one just sets here praying for the end of their days, It whispers telling of better places for you, It sounds so perfect it must be true, But when u find out whats behind those doors, its too late ur soul is no longer yours.

Death
To everyone who has ever lost someone you love, specifically to my niece Emily Cecilia. Just always remember you are not alone and you don't have to mourn alone. I know first hand how hard it is when you lose someone especially when it is a parent. I want everyone to know that there are people out there that will use that against you and if they have to sink so low as to use something like that to hurt you then they are not worth your time. I was 11 years old when my mother died and it still gets to me today even after almost 12 yrs. But i look at my babies and i remember the good times and I do everything i can to be the best i can be to them and if anyone doesnt like the way i raise them guess what not my problem they are taken care of and thats what matters so dont judge me if you dont know me or my life!!! have some heart and thank God for the blessings you have and don't be someone you're not it never works out. So to anyone who has lost a parent keep your head up because t